Soulfully, I sit back, hoping to find answers to
this excruciating mystery of being.
Wanting to eliminate all these difficulties,
knowing that it would also eliminate me in the
interim.
Sitting here, waiting for the decisions of our Lord
to issue forth and let me know when to lie down and
let Him take me home.
of china drops.Wallowing in the atmosphere of heavy sadness, watching tearsslowly wend their way down the inside of a window and fallinginto the open pools of my soul.Looking after the debacles throughout life, wanting to disposeof it all, and knowing that it will not go away, because it isall a part of me within.
forming themselves from imagination and knowledgeinto poetry of being.
children now.Forever, traditions being carried on from our Grandparentson down the line.
elements with extrasensory academics.Sensing formulas of innate intelligence as patternsform and innovate trillions of ideas all at once.Transposing all innate codes into legible mosaics,posted onto photographic visions, taking illumination tonew grounds of inertia and foundations for discoveries.Lasting moments of thought continually mounting obstacles,barriers, difficulties, placed in line as learningopportunities for imagination to learn to focus…
