Reflections

A place to put outside what’s inside, in whatever way with whatever opinion I may have at the time on whatever topic I fancy uplifting or admonishing. It may be of the self or society or about an apple that freaked me out. Mashing it up.

Am I The Shore? – Oceans five –

Am I the shore? Place to rest in sun
’til waters reflect.
I know it is not what I am
to you, but many.

Am I for the wandering?
Hide here in time-
Tear up on cliffs, let go, fall
deep in water.
With salty wounds shelter staring,
in a cave, between fires silhouette.
Morning comforts rise across an ocean;
Find fortune on those shores.

Sail in, out, and smile goodbye,
Our island fruit in parlour – stay strong
In heart and soul labours.

Only you return, not to rest,

to climb and feast.

~IW~

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Wait

Who are we to presume to understand
To know the meaning of truth?

Is it absolute?
We can never presume to know or even strive
to grasp the magnitude of how life works.
I do know though that we must put the need
of those we love above our own desires, cut off
that which makes us fall. I Know, if we go above
and beyond, then pull out to soon, we will lose
what is beautiful and meant for good.

If we presume to understand the mystery of
what we speak not conceding that we do not see
a final painting until the cover is pulled back,
then we have been fooled.

Wait – in anticipation in Joy or agony –
but life is a waiting game…nothing less.

IW

A Writers Chair

Words hung in the airs senses.
Time travels through lives
Witnessed, real,  imagined,
Surreal, from the unreal and real.

Filling space with heart. Existing,
leaving to question its birth.

Story tellers souls are moments
of everywhere and everyone.
The worlds tale heard.

Just words, but we breathe them
with our souls wrapped inside
everything’s silent hope

The journey of hearts – ours
and yours.

The story of being human.

IW

 

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