Wednesday, March 23, 2022
Danced in our veins
There was a time when
friendship danced in our veins
And the whole world smiled
This is a time of strangeness
Mundane secrets of Life hiding
scared to disturb thè images of
innocence left behind.
Palm of my hand
In torrential dewnpour
They drench
These thoughts
Uplifting
Bedraggled
Sparkling
In the outstretched palm
Of my hand
Fitting time
Meaning is not something we stumble
over like a bolt of lightning in sudden
enlightenment or by walking a certain
path. meaning is something we weave
Into our Lives, each step of the way
Each finding for themselves..
a universal truth that belongs to each heart.
Dawning at the apt moment.. A fitting time..
Chords of my love
sometimes i wonder at this light that
pierces my soul. resonating the chords
of my love.. my heart opens.. emotions
running wild.. divinity bathing me in
its ethereal glow.
Follow or lead
and life teaches you so many things.. and
you forget who you are.. so many steps
to follow.. you forget there is one of
your own and you know you meant
something.
Lack or abundance
like a rose petal pressed between the pages of a book
like drops of sunlight
love can wound for it's lack or for it's abundance..
Flame of love
every moment 1 can feel
the door ajar.. a tentative step,
hesitant scared.. this
transience.. i shut my
eyes to feel consumed
with the flame of love..
Blink is all it takes
The more I look within the worse the trmoil.
Life iself in flux.. Everything seems strange.
Who is this person inside so circumstantially
dependent. How can we profess to know
anyone or people profess to know us. How
can we be sure of circumstances. Or of things
happening in our lives. A blink is all it takes
for everything to change.
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