In daybreak’s silence
The rise and fall of your breath
Fills me with content.
Written by Deborah E. Dayen
In daybreak’s silence
The rise and fall of your breath
Fills me with content.
Written by Deborah E. Dayen
Lies surrounded him Pricked his psyche like barbed wire He couldn’t escape Impenetrable The wall he built with those lies Now held him hostage. I saw him inside The bricks he mortared with lies Eternally lost. By Deborah E. Dayen
Passion without fear Lies patiently in your soul Awaiting freedom. By Deborah E. Dayen Picture from Starcana via Google Images
You know people just mess up sometimes. All of us. We don’t listen, we get tired, we become self-absorbed even if only momentarily. We lash out, we argue, we disregard or disrespect or dishonor ouselves or someone else, usually someone we love. Then most of us feel bad about it. We didn’t want to upset … Continue reading
What’s next? What does NEXT mean anyway? Time is not really linear, I’ve heard. So maybe what’s next is what’s past. What’s next can be whatever we choose on some level. But then, one can get into quantum physics and that’s way too complicated for me to write about. How can we know what’s next, … Continue reading
I am pleased with my life now. Gratitude fills my heart, Full of family and dear friends. By Deborah E. Dayen
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I was looking through an LL Bean catalog tonight, looking at all the cozy warm clothes. You know, turtlenecks, flannel shirts, fur-lined moccasins, long underwear. All the while feeling a little smug, dressed in shorts, a t-shirt and flip flops, with all the doors and windows open. I mean, I know some people love winter … Continue reading
Prompt: If my life were a movie, what three songs would be on the soundtrack? I could never limit it to 3 songs. I whittled it down to these 7, which isn’t all that much at this age, is it? There’s some good music here, I hope everyone enjoys it. Act One – Music is … Continue reading
The Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt for this week is “mean(s)”. Use it with or without the S, in any way you want. So often I find myself looking at things, and wondering what they mean. Or listening to people, and wondering what they mean when they say something, especially something cryptic, that can be … Continue reading
There you stood Next to me Sizing me up with your turquoise eyes Was I sincere? I took you to my bed We lay in close communion Quiet words not even needed We both knew the truth Who we were What we were doing here What the future held for us Where for each of … Continue reading
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