Pictures: Work is love made visable
As I mentioned previously, when I play around with the blinds over my window, I can create some pretty magical displays of light.
As I mentioned previously, when I play around with the blinds over my window, I can create some pretty magical displays of light.
Picture/poem © Craig Considine After Kahlil Gibran Sons of my ancient mother, you riders of the tides, How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream. * Ready am I to go, and my eagerness with sails full set awaits the wind. Only another breath…… Continue reading Poems: Boundless seafarer