now having and taking
the time to complete
them in senior days of
blissful idleness.
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Rising tides, whipping my mind with different thoughts in life’s abject emptiness.
A fruitless endeavor, hoping for more time together, yet I try to get it to come about in unending prayers cried from my interior heart and being recited by my mind tonight.
When life stands still, moments of silence penetrate the atmosphere,
Softly cascading, recreating happiness, echoing it’s joy infinitelyin minds usually filled with sorrow.Soothing, serenading voices laid to rest in bedding of silken peace.Sliding along paths of least resistance, flowing with patterns ofmusic, becoming the soul’s quiet undertaking.Finally at rest within oneself, feeling the quietness of naturalcalming solace.
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.
Living in a quandry, relating to no one on earth, belonging solely to self and never wavering from central points of view.
Kept totally in an isolated conclave, away from all prying eyes, carefully tending to any thought of demise.