Curious at every turn, I search for meanings, purposes, definitions, thinking I may find at least one of them.
It never happens, yet I keep looking, hoping, praying that I may be one of His chosen ones – being brought to His heavenly gardens where I know at last, I’ll be safe at home again, family and all, together now for an eternity.
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Sitting at tables filled with home-cooked goodies waiting to be gotten into, filled with elation as we talk and visit, watching our children take root in family tradition, one day to carry on when we are no longer here with them.(10: 54 a.m. – 11/21/07)
Living on the edge, adjusting myself to whatever I’m feeling on the roadways of adventure.
Walking towards the universe interiorly, bringing it all together in one gifted poem, telling it like it is.Waking from a dream, lighting the way to unknown shores in line with all truths of the future.
Gentle breeze, pushing flower heads a little,
invisible breeze.A bee slowly buzzing lazily above the flowers,looking for one filled with pollen that heneeds to make honey with.Solid rock outcropping in the midst of all thisnature, just sitting there, watching over mothernature’s hood.
Sinking into a mind-set,
Writing down interior feelings,giving them a voice to speak and orateuntil time has passed and left them on pages of a poetical book.
Recipes often are related to products of chemistry,
Filtering all the scents and aromas into the essences of every-thing cooked.Leaving measurements to sift themselves measuring with myeyes, knowing when I have enough to blend it all into a mixturebefitting royalty.Spreading tables with places set in delicious circles, awaitingappetites of all hungry family members.Saying prayers and digging in with gusto.Blessed thank you’s given all…
Lifelines being strangled underfoot, lying upon sliding chastes of neon.
Forever reaching outward, grasping elite bonds, ebbing out in silent wayward tides.Rushing over, titillating nature’s intimate peace with echoes of recurring nightmares.Oblivious to pleadings, underwritten by eons of undecided fortitude, crept upon by unkempt beings.Shallow sensing images, seeking revenge, contemplating untimely ends of certain treatises.Along pathways of dreaded fear, daring to walk carefully, hesitantly, into…