A poem of sorts.

Transcendentalism revealed through self reliance, the Over-Soul, and through peace.

A poem.

A poem of dreams…

A poem about us.

Changing styles, constrasting perspectives infuse this poem of Shakespeare’s concept of waves of lives crashing and dissolving one upon the next upon the next upon the next….

I am not Emerson, nor am I Thoreau, but let it be known that Transcendentalism is still alive and well.