Crossing boundaries of interior jungles, giving way to ongoing journeys of the past through images riding horses across the
desert.
Lonely escapades fulfilling the emptiness inherent in everyone’s lives.
Digging deeply for mysterious thoughts of curiosity, shaking
off the abandonment of yesterday’s abuse.
Taking on new dimensions of fragile beginnings, starting again
on further doorsteps to eternity.
Letting nothing get by – not even in the darkness of my soul.
No tethers binding me, no loose ends left to strangle me,only a freedom spread throughout my being, expressing everything in between a feeling and an image.Finalizing plans of a lifetime, doing what I think isbest on my shortened horizon, taking in whatever becomesme in rhythms of poetical rhymes.Meeting me in snares and pounding of dreams,…
Soul-touching sorrow brings me to my knees, yetI can’t seem to pray for hope as I lie in miseryday after day.Where can life go from here, but deeper into themires of saddened destiny, taking life with it’sforce into deep despair.No longer looking for tomorrow, only this momentis focusing me onto the grief-stricken desertsof my interior…
Knowing their textures of thorny essence, feeling it even though sitting far from them.Memories of once upon a time, touching their prickly fingertips was enough for a lifetime.Now I’m contented with just watching them wave shyly to me from a distance I can deal with and admire them.
me to approach and go on through to my future destiny,resting in God’s own hands.
we focus on our purposes with exacting diligence and forthright determination; allowing no one entranceinto our desert realms of interior darkness.Hiding from any light – a protuberance of sunny days –or moonlit nights.Hanging onto hopes, gliding through blackened nightswithout any reassurance or love from others.Always on a solo journey towards other parts of earth’s boundaries…
