Keeping me close to it’s intense loneliness fills me with an unrhythmic emptiness as I saturate life for unknown reasons.
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Life is filled with curiosity and wonder for the world around us, yet we like to think in terms of self and what we can accomplish on our own.
In doing so, we forget our spirits need nurturing also, and outside forces stress us in terms we’d prefer to ignore or delete.In the end we are no closer to finding what we desire, and we learn to content ourselves with what we have.
How lovely is everything I see standing before me.
getting pictures in my mind to write about.Softly my heart fills with joy, slowly it seemsto seep into my chest – then explodes into my mindas Beethoven speaks to me through his intense music –helping to feel all these things I see.As a little child, looking at everything, alwayswondering – full of curiosity – full…
Readying ourselves for future atmospheres unknown as yet
Participating regularly on plains of existence we congealour knowledge into books of literature, hoping to developand shape future generations of life-giving essence toothers.Conglomerates of people, edging their way towards final companions on earth, relying on one another’s wisdom toget them through this lasting adventure of finality.Hoping to gather strength from each prayer ofspirituality, putting a…
Skyscrapers remind me of a morgue.
Once there was a desert – barren and beautiful – full of life and fun.Ordinary people with money, looking for ways to spend it foolishly came along.Ruining the desert – creating havoc with nature.Skyscrapers are really gravestones – markers – for a desert that used to be.
Sadness flowing from a heart,
taking my life with it to foreign shores.Realization decimates me, as I cling to ahopeful reality, going through the pain ofmedical panacea’s.Cumbrous feelings weigh me down with intrepidfears and I try to shelve them to give me timeto get beyond the edges I am hanging onto.
Life predicting events of times spent with family and friends,
Explaining the mysteries of yesterday in solos of etudes,bringing them into existence with every moment being expressedin words and expressions.