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Pedaling along the coastline of inner sadness, being washed ashore
an existence of forbearance.Waiting storms out in shells of civil disobedience, hoping for deathto come along and enhance it’s meaning.Standing at the edge of every wave, praying to drown beneath it’ssturdy grasp, yet still looking to heaven for a miracle of hope toissue forth.Unnecessarily drifting about from horizon to setting sun, findingnothing worth living for,…
Settling into a position, arriving at conclusions of life’s ending.
that I must let go and let God take me, if He will.Satisfied in my mind that nothing more can be done, I must saygood-bye, even though I don’t want to.Life will continue for everyone except me.It’s an outcome that I can’t live with anymore.
Twisting around inside of emotional bonds, trying to
Sub-optional tunes cater to whims of my stubbornnessas I release myself and find the freedom I sodesperately need each moment of my existence.Keeping others at bay, filling my brain with feelingsI turn into words constantly.Silence drapes itself quietly over me, tuning out all extraneous noise and bewilderment, allowing atranscendental hymn of contemplation to enfold me…
Wholly into the rhythms of every beat, tapping my soul with extreme delight, knowing the essence of my life is speaking through words of poetry and enlivening my spiritual interior with God’s grace.
they blend and continue long after the music has ended.
Deeply breathing in my existence, taking moments to counter all the problems haranguing me within.
It’s just amazing how growing older creates so many problems with agility and leaves us bereft of a quality of life.
Harmonizing rhythm’s, bringing them
A familiar song being played withsincere acceptance of musical quality.Listening to a gentlemen called Sam,playing a harmonica, tends to bringmemories to the foreground that hadbeen forgotten for too long.