Sunday, May 4, 2014

Forgetting Oneself

Whirl in the whirlwind,
Forging the highlands with sheets of brightest blue.
Nothing betraying,
Except the mind of the essential, hopeful new.

Withstanding the essence
or the understated brilliance within me;
I surrender and hope
for the wind to take me past free. 


Yelling for the masses to no one's ears
And letting the world's hope drown my fears.


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Our desert (haiku)

I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones.  Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...

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