With crimson eyes and tears of blood, the heart released from lack of love. In hospice mode, but I awoke. The “rest” was needed to heal my soul. And now, this life is viewed quite differently. ©2021,EN, All Rights Reserved
Come into this temple, come into this place. Forgive my thoughts and fix my pain, Lord I think in earthly ways. Forgive my thoughts and heal this pain, Lord I live, in earthly ways. ©2021,EN, All Rights Reserved
Temptation always offers an instantaneous rewarding system, and selfishness is often a resulting means. But a balanced mind always knows to compare, beware, and when the thought needs to go. The response could simply be… no, you’re not deceiving me. ©2020,EN, All Rights Reserved
Boredom is as it may be, driving some to creativity. Be it big as a statue or small as a fly, it entertained the mind for a while. ©2020,EN, All Rights Reserved
I wear the invisible gems that only you know exist, in the world I have created. ©EN, All Rights Reserved
Sometimes I wonder… why(?), the biggest question of life. There is information from past generations, yet, it’s not quite clear in the mind. Some end-of-life experiences offer hopeful testimony; yet the highly educated or the spiritually trained try to oppose the experience of the temporarily, dead, human being. (The world they did not observe, yet … More Contemplation
…and as the music plays my heart wanders, my musings blossom as I listen for your masculine echoes from beyond… ©EN, All Rights Reserved
We sit and talk as you begin to explain, all of your brokenness from whence it began. I silently listen and don’t interrupt. I feel of it’s essence your beauty of now. For it all has formed you the way you should be, for no one escapes the brokenness tree. ©EN, All Rights Reserved
A pretty, little butterflycame to my place to tell me lies… It told me I could clearly change,I haven’t seen that change to date. I still wonder, there’s no doubt,a transformation’s still to come. There’s something I must shed away. That butterfly, lives to this day. ©EN, All Rights Reserved
Where have you gone, it’s been a while.I haven’t heard youor seen your smile. I wonder whyI just realized this… Could it be,it’s your lovely soul that I miss? ©EN, All Rights Reserved
