We found the old recipie, typed on an ancient Royal and inserted into a ring bound cook book of certain provanance, we duplicated the ingredients exactly. No, of course it didn't taste the same. We were different; we were the one thing we couldn't exactly replicate.
I keep wandering to bright sunny days
Where I was reached for .. and held so tightly
Where I was asked what I thought.. knew
Where I was kissed by loving little smiles
I want that time again
That bright and warm time
I want to run.. and climb and sing out loud
But all those times are gone
And walking is a chore..as is breathing
There IS so much silence, and it's deeper than before
Heavy, as you say ..and we are weaker beneath it
Some days I say to myself.. I don't want..need anymore
Then there's a happy voice on the phone
"Hey grandma" ...just found out, my baby is a BOY ...
And my window opens.. and I see the BRIGHT of another day
I enjoyed the structured of your poem as to the way you inserted its imperatives. New windows of opportunity open as old windows close. Life is just an adventure that must yield to another adventure just as something or another once yielded to it. Our Source of Being is a deep mystery that must be left that way else what would be that goal that motivates adventures. We need not believe in the obvious. There’s a storm ahead , and it’s a delightful storm.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
I like the thunders and the lightning display. The "feel" of power when it fills the air. read moreI like the thunders and the lightning display. The "feel" of power when it fills the air.
The beauty of the Hobbit was in the suggestion of Bilbo actually venturing out INTO the world to have ...an adventure - and HIS reaction to even the suggestion at first. Remember the scene of him with a wooden sword attacking Gandolf when he was a child - all laughs and excitement; and yet as an adult? - a shuddering indignation and societal disdain... til it caught his attention. And at 111 he left everything to go to Rivendell for his final years - so he thought.
Where is my window - has a deeper and often different meaning depending on your individual perceptions of how you live. I'm glad you spoke up... I sooo agree with your view but not everyone is you or me and yet this work does speak with them as well.
10 Years Ago
Yes, it's the oncoming storm that makes life such a thrill.
Faith comes in every form, flavor, hue, and intent. It provides us with strength to face adversity .. read moreFaith comes in every form, flavor, hue, and intent. It provides us with strength to face adversity and the happenings of life, But this isn't about Faith... this IS about what you feel at midnight when your world has shifted from the known to the now. The way your mind strives to touch what isn't familiar and the little things that suddenly loom sooo large. This is about all the not as good what ifs landing at once and what you do - the feeling of loss ...of place, of balance, of what was supposed to be - that sense of permanence you had. He wants ...we live it, this is about some of the how.
10 Years Ago
Admittedly have little life experience but maybe it is an indication that we have to get out of our .. read moreAdmittedly have little life experience but maybe it is an indication that we have to get out of our comfort zones and risk some growth?
10 Years Ago
Faith gives us strength and focus which we use to help both ourselves and others. Reaching adulthoo.. read moreFaith gives us strength and focus which we use to help both ourselves and others. Reaching adulthood is quite a major bit of life experience - I know some adults (age-wise) that still haven't. I'm saying it's easy to give rote or "pat" answers to almost everything... living with them is a bit more ...thought-full. That is why we don't ask the easy questions - we KNOW those answers.
"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so.
"Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020
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