Posted by Molly Zelvonberg on Friday, January 22, 2010,
In :
POETRY
Your mind is a ring,
It's wrapped around you and sings.
From birth to death it never leaves you
the mystical, the rain, the due, the pain.
Your mind is where the happiness escapes you,
you chase, you find, you build, you unwind,
when flowers are in bloom, there like people connected to the roots.
We see, we observe, were jealous, we hurt,
It's all in the mind and the games we play,
Your happiness is within you already, stop sulking and go out and play. Continue reading ...
| Poetry Favorite for the evening Rapture |
| by Karin Schaefer |
There is a place for us
that no one else can enter.
It is a place that holds no secrets,
only beauty, peace, understanding.
A place that we come to,
thinking we are one,
only to have our souls
fused together for a moment.
And in that moment, I know you;
every pore, every pulse,
every thought, every fear.
And I love you more.
I feel myself laid bare before you,
and I feel content . . .
joyous that you are with me,
loving me in my nakedness. |
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