Poem: The Shape Of Us.

As the wind that washes the shore Corroding the tallest mountains As it whistles songs of love That the trained ear can hear Do we also change When others touch our hearts And slowly shape our lives? When hands are held together And minds wander afar Are we also shaped As we see people come …

Poem: Ourselves.

When there is time, we think When the rush of everyday life leaves us Then when we can afford to look into ourselves To understand who we are To look beyond automatic responses Understanding who we are, that’s what we try When there is time, we feel When the weight of false appearances fades away …