Fears, insecurities, Like rocks within Sand; motion works To grind all that’s Good to dust. Advertisements
Here’s wishing all you All the best of life’s good things; Glorious Friday!
Upon life’s river Flowing gracefully downwards Or crashing rapids
Evening floats Down upon my mind I drift gently over These vacant, mist-like Dreams born of others. Collapsing into my Mind’s silence.
Journeying skywards Reaching far beyond the sky Embraced by the stars
Sadness coming when Our gentle hearts pushing far Cannot return home
Strange duality Each thing’s opposite tangled Deeply into one.
This morning birdsong So very loud, boisterous. Visions of spring time
Wretched dreams drift Pavement grinds against my mind. Coldness burns my soul
Light drifting through trees Dancing wildly through the leaves Springtime calls my dreams