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Whispers: May 2012
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Monday, May 28, 2012. I know not where you come from. But here you are now inside me. I know not how your journey will be. But now together we travel as one. Our heart beats unite together. For all lives are one and the same. From nature do both of us come. And to nature shall we return to. I feel you moving inside me. Your feets dancing in rhythm. You sway from side to side. As I sit back enjoying your dance. Pain and pleasure fill my days. As you grow and fill my being. Slowly dawns the realization that.
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Whispers: April 2010
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Wednesday, April 14, 2010. Roam around the world. Roam around the world,. About home or belonging. Sand and stone that kiss. Your feet, belong to all,. And not owned by one. Countries and states,. Mere lines drawn by men. Not on earth, but in their minds. Cultures change, habits vary,. Languages many among men. But spirits of all unite into one. Trust Nature, the mother of all. To nourish and cherish every soul. Go with the flow, sing along with joy. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Whispers: April 2016
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Tuesday, April 05, 2016. In the middle of chaos,. All ready to collapse,. I stand in the midst,. Engulfed by dense mist. Doors everywhere I see. But none ready to open. Knocking of no avail, for. It is not meant to be mine. Friends I see from far,. Faces many and sounds vary. But far I should stay, if not. Shatters the friendly guise. Monsters lurk behind,. Changing faces with time,. Neither you nor I can change. Unseen forces that drive insane. I persist till the end,. To see the fruits of confusion.
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Whispers: Pain
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Sunday, April 14, 2013. A six foot mass of. Muscles and bones,. Ever taken for granted. Till pain strikes and shakes. When every muscle tightens. And the spine weighs you down,. Nerves crackle with pain. And the brain yells out its agony. Others cannot comprehend,. Neither can it be expressed,. But when it strikes, painful. To bear, yet should be borne. Yet work should be done. And life goes on,. Nothing can stop the body. That must bear and carry on. The young face that smiles,. As long it can be borne.
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Whispers: January 2011
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Thursday, January 20, 2011. Where chaos rules the roost,. And money fuels life,. Men decieve not others. But their own heart. Here comes the new age,. When society falls to doom,. But ego wins hands down. For those one or two. Loud words win over,. Sensible talk fails all,. Success stays not for long. Amid crazy races in directions many,. Searching for the fertile mirage. Run one and all, hurting all over. But stopping not till the end. I walk alone, through lone paths. Reveling in every moment.
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Whispers: February 2010
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Thursday, February 18, 2010. Mountains of the wild. Cool breeze against my face. Echoing eerily, stifling my breath,. I once stood atop mountains. Magnificent, with snow capped crowns. Looking down to find deep plateaus,. Ruled by nature loving Indians. Horizon expands, showing more mountains. Raising and falling, decked in green,. With silver streams interlaced,. Trimmed with ribbons of man-made roads,. Feet fixed deep in dark green moss,. In awe I stood, my heart racing fast. Where wild beauty reigns; a.
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Whispers: December 2009
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Thursday, December 31, 2009. Whispers. of a poetic soul. Ever slowly, pictures flash. Frames of joy, shots of anguish. Across my mind they appear and vanish. Inspired by nature and earth,. I write and create. Image from www.victoriantradingco.com. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Welcome to my little oasis of poetry and photography. I am an avid photographer, nature lover and artist. Eternal treasure trove of inspiration;. Sculptures of unsaid thoughts;. Silent language of the heart;.
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Whispers: September 2013
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Wednesday, September 11, 2013. That which is said without words. Is always rich in imagination. It lasts forever and ever,. Serves beyond its purpose. A life lived simple doing. Nothing, yet all accomplished,. Ambitiions none, yet achievements. Complete, is the eternal life. Life of the Buddha is best lived. Only by The Buddha himself, for he. Lived life his own way, not. By the way of any other great soul. Empty of words and logic,. Sailing along the natural path,. Simplicity in thought and mind,.
