Our power, as such, infinite
In its innocent state
In the silence of our Being
Within our hands our fate
Connected, as such, to outer things
Influenced by the sight
Fear comes to dance within
As we cogitate our plight
The fear, as such, an empathetic pulse
We garner from around
Cancelled in proportion
To the peace within that’s found
11/9/15 #1
Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.
When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.
– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)