You gotta catch the sounds within the sounds. It’s the subtleties, you know…? Even the little ones matter. 081222
You gotta catch the sounds within the sounds. It’s the subtleties, you know…? Even the little ones matter. 081222
Stories; Surrounded by so many of them, each as unique and infinitesimal as the Universe itself – the respect and love I carry for each is commensurate with my own – for myself. So I don’t worry about the overstimulated baby who cries because they’re not comfortable enough in their present environment to sleep; Or …
I don’t draw well [yet!] but I’m pretty cute at doodling. 011622
Sometimes you gotta cross things out even when you write in pencil because they don’t always have erasers and neither does life. 120421
Everything is a possibility.
It’s cool how when we find lulls in our conversations, neither of us feel the need to try to fill the spaces; To rush to be the first to say…something… We never have those awkward moments where hasty words crash into each other. We don’t stumble over silence, instead simply sinking comfortably into it… It’s …
When I ask my name in my own head do I actually hear the voice that says it, and is that voice my own, or another’s? Or, is what I “hear” simply a response to the question I asked? My Higher Self never fails to remind that our minds don’t belong to our physical bodies; …
Rat-a-tat-chatting with my inner Divine wanting to innerstand my perception(s) of time. Stories of past lives swirled among my consciousness – sudden actualization. Overstanding Time not as a measurable unit or concept, but as a living entity that exists to record each moment as they happen to be… Time doesn’t move; it is perfectly still. …
Is it greedy of me to keep inhaling until I burn my fingers? Am I overindulgent if I break my fast to share meals with my family? Should I care too much if the numbers on the scale keep creeping and climbing up and up? What spirited vines; Does it matter if there’s a little …
No such thing as private thoughts, if they’re written down; Not many respect privacy anymore, if at all, if ever… Your food of thought is just as easily fodder for attack Unless you keep yourself to yourself. Careful, now… nothing’s ever personal in the nosiness of general public domain.
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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