That’s the word
Aspirant, yes. Thank you, White sky.
Via
Delirium
it is perpetual
undaunted by a vacant center
whirling blindly on
Relative
hushed sounds seem enough
like silence
covering a spent stretched form
Working toward less
for more
wading through ephemera
to see what holds memories
Vessels for gathering
vernal glories
here just barely
hesitant on the verge of bursting
Such a hushed sense of expectation today.
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Not hesitant here. Glorious color here. Hugs……
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I have always loved the concept of a spiritual pilgrimage… Looks like you are up to something! Watching this space! I hope whatever it is your journey is blessed and fruitful.
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that line from the kate bush song keeps spinning in my head now….”ooooh i know that somethin’ good is gonna happen.” be good and stuff,
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Ahh… Aspirant is indeed the right word. Glad it was given to you. Words must feel right, especially for journeys. Warm hugs
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*smiles* Hope you have a great day
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Good that you have the right word đŸ™‚ Thanks for sharing your words with us, too. Yea! For you being another day free of those stink sticks đŸ˜€ Woohoo! (((Me Explorer))) Keep it going, friend, because there is so much good life ahead. Love,
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I think I can feel it…more or less…:) You changed your diary colors a little; I like the change. đŸ™‚
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I sense you’re crossing an important threshold. Those can be confusing, even when feeling very right. Take as many moments as possible for calm and rest. Thinking of you. Sweet peace & warmest hugs
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This poem really resonates with me!…. wading through ephemera is my main sport in life. *g* lovely whitter! and I keep meaning to tell you … your notes make my day! Thank you!!
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Aspirant… perfect for you!
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*hugs*
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Oh yippee! I’m glad that worked for you.
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