We all have gone on family automobile trips to some much anticipated destination. But it is the child who expresses the thrill of what is to come when he pleads incessantly and cries desperately, "Are we there yet!?" I feel like that enthusiastic child as I travel through my lifetime journey ever searching for the answers to life. I have experienced the time of my life; yet the mystery lingers and slips through my groping fingers. My poetic endeavors reflect that feeling and my mind cries back to me; "Keep exploring, for you will get there!" Join me in the search. I think you will enjoy the trip! I'm going from here to there ...from now to then. Moving on; but never back again. Moving on - to the other side of the great somewhere.
I write all of these poems, and for me, it is exploring my mind and transposing my thoughts into written words And, in so doing, I do get peace of mind. For I am the strolling wayfarer; leaving footprints in the sand Searching for what is my future; seeking what is already planned Nomadic as it is to some; to me it's just mind walking Thoughts worth searching for; I find by doing, not by talking For love of life will go on and on And songs of mine will be my life song My mind library is public and my thoughts are free. Enjoy and sing along with me.
Writing poetry, to me, is one of the best therapies that I can imagine. It matters not what the subject may be or what the feeling happens to be;p when the lines are written, the heart becomes light and free. The things on this earth are so exciting and wonderful that merely writing about the antics of an insect can be an enthralling learning experience. A purging of the mind, heart and soul is exhilarating; and one can feel cleansed, even if only for a little while. ....to explore....to go on never as before....to wander into infinity....what else is there in store? ....we love, we cry, we sing, we praise, we live, we die....yet. life goes on.
Writing poetry, to me, is one of the best therapies that I can imagine. It matters not what the subject may be or what the feeling happens to be;p when the lines are written, the heart becomes light and free. The things on this earth are so exciting and wonderful that merely writing about the antics of an insect can be an enthralling learning experience. A purging of the mind, heart and soul is exhilarating; and one can feel cleansed, even if only for a little while. ....to explore....to go on never as before....to wander into infinity....what else is there in store? ....we love, we cry, we sing, we praise, we live, we die....yet. life goes on.
We all have gone on family automobile trips to some much anticipated destination. But it is the child who expresses the thrill of what is to come when he pleads incessantly and cries desperately, "Are we there yet!?" I feel like that enthusiastic child as I travel through my lifetime journey ever searching for the answers to life. I have experienced the time of my life; yet the mystery lingers and slips through my groping fingers. My poetic endeavors reflect that feeling and my mind cries back to me; "Keep exploring, for you will get there!" Join me in the search. I think you will enjoy the trip! I'm going from here to there ...from now to then. Moving on; but never back again. Moving on - to the other side of the great somewhere.
I write all of these poems, and for me, it is exploring my mind and transposing my thoughts into written words And, in so doing, I do get peace of mind. For I am the strolling wayfarer; leaving footprints in the sand Searching for what is my future; seeking what is already planned Nomadic as it is to some; to me it's just mind walking Thoughts worth searching for; I find by doing, not by talking For love of life will go on and on And songs of mine will be my life song My mind library is public and my thoughts are free. Enjoy and sing along with me.
I am a loon in swoon; writing from the other side of the moon. I am gazing upon the face of space standing amidst our heaven's grace. I dreamt of this sublime time, a time that stops for me to savor. A time that gives me time to relax allowing all my thoughts to waver. Even, perhaps by this endeavor, I'm doing my heart and soul a favor. Today is a day to die for. Today is a day to live for. A day belonging to the dawning with the dew - from me - to you. Okay, so here we go! The rocket ship is launching! Bon voyage! Enjoy the ride! See you on the other side!
Nothing comes easy There are no fast tracks or jump starts Pushing buttons or tripping switches No big surprises at your doorstep Turn around; open wide your eyes The light is bright Search your inner self Fantastic
I write all of these poems, and for me, it is exploring my mind and transposing my thoughts into written words And, in so doing, I do get peace of mind. For I am the strolling wayfarer; leaving footprints in the sand Searching for what is my future; seeking what is already planned Nomadic as it is to some; to me it's just mind walking Thoughts worth searching for; I find by doing, not by talking For love of life will go on and on And songs of mine will be my life song My mind library is public and my thoughts are free. Enjoy and sing along with me.
Writing poetry, to me, is one of the best therapies that I can imagine. It matters not what the subject may be or what the feeling happens to be;p when the lines are written, the heart becomes light and free. The things on this earth are so exciting and wonderful that merely writing about the antics of an insect can be an enthralling learning experience. A purging of the mind, heart and soul is exhilarating; and one can feel cleansed, even if only for a little while. ....to explore....to go on never as before....to wander into infinity....what else is there in store? ....we love, we cry, we sing, we praise, we live, we die....yet. life goes on.
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