and not a reflection shining
from some mirror.
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Bumping and grinding with motions of confusion
Burning off liquor and having a very good time of it.Dancing, running into each other, laughing and beingenticed by one another to have fun.Kicking, moving up and down – returning to a startingposition – only to start over again.
Stillness coming upon me, testing my mettle, feeling my strength as I sit and write about life along with it’s trials and suffering.
Always left unanswered, lives are continually emptied and put on shelves to wither and die, like winter leaves falling from cold, bare branches, left freezing in the cold.
Solitude sanctifies inner beliefs and faith with it’s quiet interpretation under the breath of God’s Holy Spirit.
Using talented gifts bestowed upon a mind of incessant intellect.
Locating the center of my universe, finding it’s soul is the prime thought of living an existence in times of suffering and trials.
Expanding, listening to inner intellect, taking trails into unknown forests where I can listen to the wind blow in a different direction – down.Softly plying my heart, giving it a strength it hasn’t known before.Calmly retiring, hearing the beauty of yesterday, being fulfilled now in the present with a new joy, elating my being, taking…
Particles of time descending upon life,
small sphere of reality.Always wanting more, desires runningrampant, overflowing onto distant shores.Spherical limits and boundaries circletimelessness of actual life.Dreams rotating on pathways of the sameorbit, shining blossoms of knowledgeinto the foreground where seeds wereonce planted.
Tapping to beats of ideallic notes as they float exuberantly over my mind, catching every idea as it places it’s formulas alongside whatever comes to pass.
Catering to emotional turmoil, bringing out every morsel and placing it on the table of bereavement, placating sorrowful thoughts.