The Tedious Path of Belief
We are slaves to our own beliefs, like a filter they apply their reasoning to every decision we make, each
Read moreWe are slaves to our own beliefs, like a filter they apply their reasoning to every decision we make, each
Read morePerceiving beauty is a reflection of our own heart, and the more we are open to it, the more of
Read more’Twas in the surge of early youth, I felt a searing displacement, an arm’s length space between myself and others,
Read moreI tread the path of in between, impaled by the truths I in stead have gleaned, and see what stirs
Read moreSpirit Guides Years ago I knew in my heart and soul I would find the one I would truly love,
Read moreDestined… We are creatures of continuous growth and potential, and no matter the frustration of irresolution, we can only understand
Read moreIn grace I accept those finite beats, used up one day to cease, and while this mind imbues the world
Read moreThe dust upon the road settled, not even a breeze disturbed the silent stillness, and souls who had journeyed past
Read moreGuiding light… At least by light, the travail of love’s path, candle-lit and in spite of worry laden roads of
Read moreA poem of self-affirmation… Affirmation, self-belief… Fall I might, to the temptations, yet never my soul, my core, as darkness
Read moreTis but a node, a link to elsewhere, that my mind wishing solace takes, a sanctum need, and in the
Read moreGiven what I know the flow keeps on, and after its over I’ll be dead for sure, but for now
Read moreAnd what say you the perpetrator of my appeasing pledge, your demands my buckled legs in fold, and you
Read moreA Giving Heart… Fragile the flesh, tedious the mind, wading through the thoughts, to find the point, an acceptance in
Read moreThe older I get, the less I will tolerate negativity, and the more I recede from those of ill-intent, resounding
Read moreMy path pursued … My Muse…my path in life Venerated, I remain in your charge, your
Read moreWe Appeased And so he rose up to himself, that potential in wait, and with shoulders back ascended the walls
Read morePassion Love’s tedious front, a minefield, a pitted winding path of barbed stones and ragged peaks, under glorious skies and
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