Thursday, August 27, 2009
This eager path that i tread, is salted with the flavor of our past.
Your lips linger at the tip of my breath.
and beauty unattained is whats left...
Your the best secret i ever kept.
my fortune for this week+ sometimes when you least expect it LOVE HAPPENS...
in church i contemplated=
something is about to change something is about to happen
i ASKED the question what now? i heard (break... you have a new chapter) I am an open book GOD, tear out the pages you would rid me of... i can feel him happening around me (open to others he says...)
OTHERS this word plays over and over in my head and so it begins... a new collection of stories of risking of failing of beauty, adventures tears....HERE i go i think to myself huh...
My neatly organized labeled boxes were stolen destroyed... my way of living my approach to life my ideas for my future RUINED so i must no longer consider the norm rational thinking no walls no container no box i am an open field ready to be watered ready for growth and so thirsty for the new