Poem about a bird

Bereft

Anxiety just flew
out the window.

Oh tender bird,
what will I
hold onto now?


rc

More Philosophy

Egg Whites

The mind is egg whites.
Tenderly fold it into
the sweet mix.

Wait, restless spirit,
the universe will reveal
the proper course;
the cake will rise.

Trust yourself.
It's your cake.
Don't follow recipes.


rc
10/13/17