Pontificating and rising with each remark, no where to go, no one to see.
Life is such a dark mark shutting out hours and days belied with strife.
Taking away countless tasks – fruitless – ubiquitous at best.
Noticing inner torment stretching and easing itself in a gentle passing wind.
At times, leaving me breathless, unable to feel bad about anything.The ending of each day is filled with colorful sunsets as they grasp my eyes with their scents of beauty.
Liking many avenues of passion, unfolding one after another, bringing each to a close encounter of further dimensions.
Then we shine with an inner knowledge thatbecomes us in days of our future on earth.
Digging carefully into avalanches and snow slides into deepest parts of earth.Finding artifacts and relics to remind us of deeper senses of purpose to be carried out in our lifetimes.Soul searching, guiding by candlelight, through catacombs of religious ideals as we crawl along musical tempos in our ways.Steadfastly keeping time with our innate energy on…
What brings them into this state of mind today –where can they fit in?Will they eventually write themselves into a poem?
