So doubt was creeping into my mine,“What if you slide off the bridge when you stand up to jump?” What if the snow gives away when you land on the spot you are jumping to?
Ocean of Fire
A gift bequeathed to each of us
Mind/body= false dichotomy
After all, what would a body be without a mind
Pure, 100%, unadulterated ANIMAL
I think, ergo I am mad; mad I say.Estoy loco, loco…
Those who mislead us are afforded such luxury
Only their own perception could be
Clear and distinct
Its iron grip
Exercised through language
Abode of man
Sanguinary that man poetically dwells
There is a black hole, which constitutes the very core of my soul
It takes and takes: it takes my joy; it causes me to implode upon myself in grief for time lost
Time, alas, is a one way street, always…
breathe in the essence
the essence of Him
It’s all around you
open your eyes to see-
your heart to know
To realize that His essence,
are in Everything
let it swell…
The leap I took, into the abyss,
The black hole that was you,
in absolute trust, the adventure
of the fall, on the way down.
… was beautiful.
The Calling of your Soul …..
A chill in these
leaving only my decimation
in it’s wake
Frozen eyes of blue
a spell of liquid
soft death of cold
Lately I’ve been dwelling on unfulfilled dreams
Things not accomplished, goals not yet achieved
Bucket list: not one crossed off, insurmountable debt
My mind in constant turmoil, it never seems to…
Lips touch like butterflies…
Well some people handle this problem by joining a support group .
I am real exhilarated to carve tomorrow night because I finally have found out what tools to purchase and use to execute 3-D pumpkin sculpting.
Multicolored leaves dance around her feet.
The autumn wind rustles through her hair,
Hands raised, skipping, twirling, giggling gleefully
She inhales the sweetness of crisp clean air.
Contentment flows …
Some days some places I gaze upon
your emerald beauty as the sun dances on your surface.
Other days other places I get lost
in your sapphire blue crystal tranquility.
I’m drawn into your power, st…
the second time going through the store entrance pushing a cart with just a pumpkin in it.
The Wolfsbane blooms in the full moonlight,
The eerie fog rises in the blackest night.
A man once bitten, now he turns
Into a beast whose soul with hell fire burns.
The animal’s instincts takes con…