... and my hand closes over strings of pearls,
feeling their smooth, satin intimacy.
My eyes drink in the deep lustre of openness,
and see into the shimmering depths of anothers soul,
as my heart counts this rosery of words.
Lovely write! My muse is not so gentle...she gathers words, phrases and images, putting them in a five pound bag...when it is full, she slaps me upside the head with it.
Ya Eh Tey! Karla... (it means greetings, a big hello...) Thank you for your wonderful healing words here. This is so stunning... you are a wellspring...
love you lots...
In Spirit,
Bear
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
feeling their smooth, satin intimacy.
My eyes drink in the deep lustre of openness,
and see into the shimmering depths of anothers soul,
as my heart counts this rosery of words.
(not a quote but a spontaneous response).
Thankyou for the gift.
DJ.
God Bless
~Michelle~
~Trish~ P.S. thanks for congrats. Appreciated.
love you lots...
In Spirit,
Bear
I have used this picture before and it is just as captivating now!
Great job.....
Jill
Bravo!!
Love,
Vesna
LOVE YOU!!!
Dove ~
This is so beautiful...
Art too.
Peggy
~Joseph
Beautiful tribute to your muse, and the gift of words!
Hugs,
Maria
Amor