There is a child in all of us.

A play on light.

We've all lost our keys.

Price of admission-Free.

The mind is funny like that.

What is passion but a fruit that we rarely ever eat.

Can you pay the cost of winning.

The story so far.

Piece by piece I will find who I am.

The teachings of a bee. By: Jon Ross

Pack your bags. It’s time to depart.

No one will hear these words, they stay between me and myself. Its just a away to drop the burdens, the weight's to heavy for my shelf.

A poem for anyone with a habitual button pusher in their lives.

A Stream Called Thought

Some Stones are for stepping, others are for skipping. By: Jon Ross Freely