dusted thoughts
The mind finds this longing that erupts deep within the core. A silence that finds petals to cling to as they float to the tip of my tongue. Then as I speak the breath is powdery. Slipping passed the seated lilies, the bubbles within find time to help me giggle.
Those tiny moments that life seems so insignificant yet successful. How, though, can that be possible? I whisper inside the million thoughts inside my brain. Truly if the words and the lightness were all too serious where would I be? Who would I be?
Indeed the numerous times I have found myself wandering in a field, just searching for the answers that peek just beside my feet. Tiny, in fact, that I have to bend down to capture the truth. To some they mean nothing, but for me they are pieces of the puzzle I have been praying over.
A true possible memory that lingers until the last second, hinging on the exposure of lighted joy. Seemingly no one really understands what is revealed by me. None really take notice just how much I strangle the thoughts in my head. Why do I do such? It is to save face that keeps me humble. Arrogance is something I don't like to cling to. Yet I do find it rubbing my skin here and there.
Something I seem to always want to disappear.
And as I sit here editing late into the night I just have to appreciate the beauty of what is given to me. As I find my inner voice through music and nature I am finding the peace I have been hoping, praying for.
As the day finds more meaning the thoughts and dreams become achievable goals. Indeed the road, path I take never seems to be the wider one. Always find myself forcing the current against mountain. Yet here I am still going. Nothing has to do with my charge but I do have choices. The charge is Jehovah. Me, though, I choose wrongly on so many occasions.
That is how I make the road bumpy. Yet even after the scrapes and bruises I find the light and the lesson standing side by side with me. So certainly the rumble inside my mind is a constant flow, yet I find comforting to hold gratitude to Jehovah for these wonders inside my head.
As my lips are dusted with dirt I am still searching for the depth that sings, soars inside my heart. The pieces that dig at my spirit. Demanding me to take my stand. Sure the goals are always ruling the cells but the spirit is the true leader. As this continues I look forward to finding my place once more.
Right now I am just doing prayers and thanksgiving. For now that is the best push I have. Until then next stage. So allowances of petals, seeds and love are the grandest experience I hold.
For now. rice paper thin and cracked surely but still beautiful.
Those tiny moments that life seems so insignificant yet successful. How, though, can that be possible? I whisper inside the million thoughts inside my brain. Truly if the words and the lightness were all too serious where would I be? Who would I be?
Indeed the numerous times I have found myself wandering in a field, just searching for the answers that peek just beside my feet. Tiny, in fact, that I have to bend down to capture the truth. To some they mean nothing, but for me they are pieces of the puzzle I have been praying over.
A true possible memory that lingers until the last second, hinging on the exposure of lighted joy. Seemingly no one really understands what is revealed by me. None really take notice just how much I strangle the thoughts in my head. Why do I do such? It is to save face that keeps me humble. Arrogance is something I don't like to cling to. Yet I do find it rubbing my skin here and there.
Something I seem to always want to disappear.
And as I sit here editing late into the night I just have to appreciate the beauty of what is given to me. As I find my inner voice through music and nature I am finding the peace I have been hoping, praying for.
As the day finds more meaning the thoughts and dreams become achievable goals. Indeed the road, path I take never seems to be the wider one. Always find myself forcing the current against mountain. Yet here I am still going. Nothing has to do with my charge but I do have choices. The charge is Jehovah. Me, though, I choose wrongly on so many occasions.
That is how I make the road bumpy. Yet even after the scrapes and bruises I find the light and the lesson standing side by side with me. So certainly the rumble inside my mind is a constant flow, yet I find comforting to hold gratitude to Jehovah for these wonders inside my head.
As my lips are dusted with dirt I am still searching for the depth that sings, soars inside my heart. The pieces that dig at my spirit. Demanding me to take my stand. Sure the goals are always ruling the cells but the spirit is the true leader. As this continues I look forward to finding my place once more.
Right now I am just doing prayers and thanksgiving. For now that is the best push I have. Until then next stage. So allowances of petals, seeds and love are the grandest experience I hold.
For now. rice paper thin and cracked surely but still beautiful.
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