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Tuesday, November 4, 2014. Where we need to go. Sunday, October 26, 2014. I am as a calf. Feeding on the wild earth. Before sin, before the fall,. Wednesday, September 10, 2014. I hear the sacred sound. Of the song they sang. Poem from Takechi no Kuroto , when he saw the ruined palace.

Posted by bisheriger philosof under Impressions. When the last muses sing faintly. A Christian hymn; their music sways. As waves swallow the trembling. The ocean brings to mind reincarnation.

8211; Kenneth Grahame,. The Wind in the Willows. Sometimes the urge to tell a story, paint a picture, sing a song becomes too strong and even the most humble homemaker, such as myself, longs to be lost in the joy of doing something creative. You are very welcome to join me. I know just how you feel. Nice to welcome a kindred spirit! Leave a Reply Cancel reply.

Spreading good cheer, fun and love for life. Music notes in my mind. One cold morning, unbidden. Falls in my hands, like snowflakes. Veiling lush forest in white dust. Quiet time of reflection,. Pulse to live fully in the moment,. Before the winter past of regret. Bury the sun freckled seeds. Under dark hollowed trees,. Unknowing of its potent spell. I open the poetry box. And let its spirit wring my soul.

ALL ROADS LEAD TO THE SAME PLACE FOR ALL MEN. Sunday, August 9, 2015. LIFE BEGINS BEYOND THE DAWN. Old blood stained dawn sky,. A memorial to every soul. All them with no life left, died. It should be a horror of thought. For we have come to accept the patina. As a memorial to time gone by. And our numbered days are foretold. In that rust colored dawn. Time ends, we will never wake to it again. What shall I do in it? 5 There are.

In the darkness of the moon. I saw the edge of. Breathless, fright had taken hold. Sunrise gifts a new day. Allowing love to conquer fear. California Ink In Motion by TheMsLvh. Is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.

Poetic Endeavors in a Nutshell. Oh, how softly does the wind blow, to places to which I do not know. Deeply finished in my mind, and gorgeously imprinted in my heart, soul and life,. Alone, I fight the sorrow amidst, a long forgotten kiss. One day in particular, I see you in the rush, driven by pure pioneering,. You, such a penetrable being,. Firmly in you ways,. Incense burn as you mourn, thinking of your lost love.