I lay down my arms,
In yours.
I surrender.
Completely.
“Let your soul and spirit fly.” Meditation, into the mystic. Photo Fine art credit: Ian Burt, Creative Commons @ flickr.com/oddsock
I close my eyes and awaken.
The nightmare dissipates..
I’ve faced my demons head on and prevailed with everlasting growth.
The fortress encircling my tender heart crumbles to the ground.
Warm light, the softest hues, appear on the horizon, my spirit drifts toward.
Ultimate truths take shape.
I am love. I am light. I am vulnerability. This human form. I make mistakes. I am forgiveness. I am gratitude. I am hope. I am healing, I am progress. I am open, I radiate. I am ready to connect.
I want to feel your love, enveloping all SIX of my senses.
I want to be the slow and steady heartbeat you fall asleep to as the rain trickles down in a stream against the window.
There’s nothing more precious than to be cuddled up warm with you on a winter’s night, reading aloud with our children, The Velveteen Rabbit, with happy tears as he prances off with hind legs.
I will be there for you come hell or high-water.
No matter the obstacle, this love, pure and true, will conquer and rise above.
And it’ll be a life worth living if the last sunrise I see is in your eyes.
If the last thing I ever feel is your wrinkled little paw in mine.
I love you.
via Enchanting Minds on Facebook
“I would rather be alone than spend my life with anyone else but you.”
My heart bled out onto the floorboard,
Soaking through.
Dripping down into the ceiling of apartment 3B.
Slowly filling the crystal punch bowl in the foyer.
Pitter by patter.
As luck would have it, a vampiress occupied the residence below.
My very heart, a tasty afternoon snack.
Salvador Dali’s painting, “Landscape with Two Tombs and an Assyrian Dog.”
We are children of the light
Haunters of the night..
A miracle of cosmic proportion
It’s time we saw through all the distortion
We are children of the light
From the dawn of time
The moon and the stars have been travelers
Haunters of the night,
Illuminating truths without words,
Gifting mankind with wings for their dreams to take flight
We are children of the light,
Haunters of the night
Caretakers of a world within a trance..
Hope, love, kindness & understanding can set things right
And with purity of heart,
We’ll never be apart,
Always a part of the cosmic dance
The full moon shimmering over Seneca Lake, June 2014.
Photo: Lisa Ellen Goodman
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The world spins round and round..
We’re destined to be lost,
Never to be found.
Ramblings of a Mad Hatter 