the River flows

A few years back a woman was chronicling her time spent living along a river. I wrote to tell her I liked her poetry. She explained it wasn't poetry it was her life. She sent me a lovely image of the river. I sent her this image of a stream I photographed hiking one day. She sent me the words, that I put on to this image.

"There is no displacement of Her Love. 
That it be held to Truth - the River flows."

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

Reacting to justified ideas.

People want to be lied to.
Knowing why has too many variables.
The trouble with figuring it out is, you never really know.
People studying the phenomenon want the lie too.
Tell the truth like your under oath, you will see.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

Can you see how far away

Does it call you closer. Does it seem too long. Is the view clear. When the path is blocked and your view obscured, do you rely on memories. Do you trick your senses, try to be a better person. Do you always have to be the better person. Does your inspiration leave you weak. Are you energized by your passions. Is there really a point of no turning back. Does ordinary seep into your soul. I wanted to see damnation. It was promised to me as the only thing certain.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

empty space of forgotten

voices once heard now silent
people once alive now dead
as the present is opened
revealed:
an empty space of forgotten


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96