When I sit in this space it is a waste of my time unless I am pondering
Category: Air
The heart balloons with purpose
I saw a bird fly it was i it landed on a tree that was me i took flight with strength and might that came from above i am that dove
I wanted to write this new post last month, but The Wind wouldn’t let me. She said, ‘It isn’t ready yet. It isn’t time.’ It sounded more ‘Woooooooooooo’ than words but yet I could understand every one of them.
A bell rings and I hear it pouring inside my head The rain comes and I hear the music pound instead I am the captor and the captive of my emotions The nature of the one who brings rain without tears.
I came to this table as a hungry peasant. It was the first place I chose to be. There was a middle road that I followed after I began until I ended the scene that took me through this life of mine. The living was easy. In my senses, the sun came up and then…
He told me to find him. I told him to find himself. Where he was hidden. Where he didn’t want to come out. Where he didn’t want to be lost but stayed lost just the same.
There is a smattering at my window. It looks like greasy film, rain, but oily, just the same. I feel like smashed spaghetti running overboard, sticking to a sinking ship. Why is life like this?
You are a companion to me. A friend. In true friendship, I come to you. There is no excuse for me wanting you. There is no wayward son. Not a thing that comes undone.
In my mind the world plays. It plays joy. It plays sorrow. It plays songs of woe and on and on it goes. In my thoughts are the building blocks of this world. My perception is its conception.