
Getting to the Root of still life












Weathers town crier
Thunders crashing box of rocks
announces the rain.
*******
The pink noise of rain
With distant lightnings white noise
A cool breeze for sleep
*******
Music in the night
This ambient symphony
A chorus of rain
Restless dreams at night
Toss’d ’bout on flashes of light
Ships on stormy seas
*******
A thunder not heard
The storm can’t hide its approach
Bright lightning flashes
*******
The quiet of night
Static on the radio
The rain comes lightly





As the mask we wear erodes, what truth will be revealed? Is there anything substantial behind the mask?




Sometimes EVERYONE needs to take two steps back and “chill out”. Keep cool.








