Last night’s jottings

The evening shadows fall
and I remember
then I need to go inside

Sometimes people try to figure out other people because they forget all the sparks and variations and strata and matter and matters and issues and specks and speckles of which they themselves are made.

In here
where there is a twinkling light
that illuminates the shadows
and warms the rigid icicles
as it always has
keeping them undeveloped
at bay

There are lives that embrace us and those that repel us like oilskin repels water. There are eternities that meet in this plane, souls joined in original form, knowing the shape and sound of the other piece of them; and maybe between lives all is wiped clean, so the search begins anew in the context of a new existence.

Then the day ends
who I am inextricably linked
to a thread of destiny
moving on into someone she’s always known
while I for so long had forgotten
and was fast asleep

A wise statement sweet poet. Something to think about. Many thanks. Hope your day moves with ease *smiles*

Torin

November 22, 2003

I see I have lots to catch up with. With a sigh…

Hugs,

Ah, wisdom and souls, always awakening. Lovely : ) Hugs

Mangocitrus

ryn: yes. She wants to know the sex of her baby. Kim isn’t one for surprises.

so much Truth in these lines. really lovely.

Zenith

Deliciously thought provoking!!! Who will we become when we wake up every day?? We have the capacity inside us to be anything we dream up at any time… Wish it was that simple!!

noko

Something quite strong there in those first lines! Wonderful.

*hugs*

Wow, this is great..it just amazes me the abundance of beautiful words you have inside you.

LiteBrite

Big Hugs to you! 🙂

I really love your writing. And I apologize if you attempted to visit me and were unable. I’ve gone to favorites only and I thought I’d put you on my list. If not forgive my presumptuousness. *S*

🙂 :hugs::

yes, there are lives that embrace us. i have found that to be true right here on open diary. connections that we make and bonds formed. it’s a blessing, isn’t it. love,

Ultimatepoem

November 24, 2003

*snuggles -very- close to you, purring soundly* I love the way you wow me.