I‘m tired… my hips were sore doing yoga. Yoga not only activates the body… also the emotions… what’s behind those scurrying thoughts.

Do, distract… keep busy. Accomplish on the outside… make everything beautiful.

The outside crumbles… returns to dust… that’s what it does. It’s temporary… it’s all temporary.

As the storm threatens to burst inside.

You’ve held it back so long… tears a rare and precious stumbling… escaping guards at the door.

I need to stay inside today… away from the burning sun. We need more trees… greenery, living life… beside the metal barrier.

The oceans song competes (or is it visa versa) with the drag of metal across dead surfaces. Spewing poisons to contaminate us all.

Hearts frozen… bodies full of adrenaline… eating away at our delicate systems. We weren’t built for this.

Trees… more trees is what we need… ones that flower with joyous celebration. Perfumes that enhance… air purifies… soft gentle presence.

Not robbers at the grave. Hungering for all of you… leaving nothing left for the ants.