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

Sidestep

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

Roles

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

Grief

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

Reflection

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

Dreams(?)

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(?)

Ephiphany

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

Excuses

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

Anxiety

Stress in hyper mode creates eventful thoughts as strange possibilities run their course. ©EN 2022, All Rights Reserved

Glimpse

(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