Ruminatiom
Taking in too much there’s ample space in my being as I review it all… But why is it even considered? ©EN 2022, All Rights Reserved
Taking in too much there’s ample space in my being as I review it all… But why is it even considered? ©EN 2022, All Rights Reserved
I rest in a space I don’t want to leave. My respite, separate from life’s realities. I visit often, as others also do. In daydreamers’ cosmos, a world of its own… ©EN 2022, All Rights Reserved
I’ve neglected the fact that I too had a voice. Submitted to the expectations, but resulting in the average statistics. So, I ponder the tangling thoughts of why I even listened… ©EN 2022, All Rights Reserved
The loss of a loved one, miscarriage, still birth. The pandemic’s division, the deception of your worth. The humbling of spirit to awaken your soul, the negative forces, the truth is untold. In that overwhelming bitterness of grief, we’re reminded to trust the plan though we may not always understand, and Lord I’ve come to … More Grief
Lack of interest is taking its toll, and I begin to grab a hold of other things that interest me, as I reconsider my invisible ink. It is still producing but slowly drying and I question if I should continue to dip the pen in, or just temporarily let it sit?… ©EN 2022, All Rights … More Reflection
Are the dream visions we have desire, or spiritual assignments? Not of sleep, but of thoughts manifested. How is it that our minds can foresee something we didn’t even consider, until planted through the eyes, then adapted by the brain. What is it that calls or whispers to the not yet determined future, that was … More Dreams(?)
I write because I’ve learned to love, as higher words come into thoughts. I now can claim and testify, a vessel used God’s mighty touch… ©EN 2022, All Rights Reserved
Many times, of on and off observations that haven’t fully dawned, until the day it was important and you chose to go beyond. The implosion of reality, our drifting of relationship. Excuses, like they’re money spent on various, worthless, disguised objects. Time to turn the looking glass to see if you’re now viewing it. I … More Excuses
Stress in hyper mode creates eventful thoughts as strange possibilities run their course. ©EN 2022, All Rights Reserved
(My view of near-death experiences’ collective summaries) The purpose of life is to seek your creator. Where will you find it? Or, will you feel lost trying to figure it out? Years of on and off activity, meditation and suffering experiences. The human, under the veil. Not knowing while in this world you only get … More Glimpse