...upon torment’s
bed we walk, feeling its flame, wanting to blame, complain, rise again. To
discover the paradox that not noise but silence settles them down to rest, so
we can be at our best.
Each giving 100% of
love's intent, is what desire in all relationships.
May all words
carefully selected be, that joyful and loving hearts set free.
Now is our wow,
when let in. If but sadness find, time to unwind. Sound of clock ticking, past
to drop. The future not here, leave out there. True gift of life, present
without strife.
To want to be
where find your self now, first step in recognizing happiness at doorstep.
Why clinging to
past, all the hurts? To validate the pain, not trust again? Keeping our vessel full, to ward off
more? Or so we think, taken to
brink. Failing to see reality,
ready to fly.
Wisdom lies
beyond word's expression. In knowing this allow discretion.
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