From the Heart
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My trajectory is meaningful,
I’m projected out with force.
In following my pathway,
it can be hard to stay on course.
I think I know the destination,
until a rocket sends me off.
Holding on to my foundations,
and fighting hard to stay aloft.
But so it goes with pathways,
it’s the curves that cause a spin.
In order to remain on track,
we have to search within.
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I question that I come to bare the fruits from that same tree.
Of all the mystery that unfolds, I cannot plainly see.
Why eternities not clearly signed and I still have to find my way.
You went before me up ahead, yet I’m still as blind today.
Reach out your kindness, walk by my side and help me as I go.
So I might set example here, in the love that I will sow.
The ghost of my existence, weighs heavy on my mind.
On what I’ve given to this life, I’m finding hard to find.
I was selfish most the journey, put my own needs first.
If only I had remembered, what I came her for at birth.
Entering my Autumn years, the harvest has show to me.
All the things I should have done and couldn’t really see.
I wish to make amends now, to those whose love endured.
Who loved me despite my selfishness, I need to even score.
I’ll return to you in times of need, I’ll not depart this land.
Until I’ve paid you back in full, I hope you will understand.
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Response to daily prompt – Ghost
The ghost of all our memories is haunting me inside.
With wails and cries it reaches out, I have no place to hide.
Whistles through my emptiness, jumps into my dreams.
It’s bound to my existence, it pains so much I scream.
If memories would settle down, depart and leave me free.
That would surely be the end, of what once was you and me.
Life is as confusing as we make it. I have dreams that confuse me, disastrous dreams, like last night where the bank was closing in and I was in so much debt there was no way out. Is this a message for me to get my affairs in order or just a fear that finds its way to the surface when I’m asleep and not able to suppress it. This morning my immediate reaction was to fret and worry and then I opened my eyes and remembered I don’t do that anymore. I’m not supposed to have all the answers and life will work out as it should if I worry or not. I checked my bank account and an outstanding invoice had been paid, there, it was just an unconscious worry.
Confused is just another term for not having all the answers and I certainly don’t have them. Confusion also arises when we don’t feel in control, we don’t know which way to turn or who to listen to any any given moment. I don’t want to fight control any longer, I submit, have it your own way control. I’ll wait until it feels right or I’m inspired to move forward.
Some things I don’t mind finding a little confusing are crosswords, the rules to football and those that don’t ever think further than their day to day existence.
Life is as confusing as you allow it to be. I don’t give being confused much space now because it’s all a mystery we will find out at the end of the day and at the moment I’m in no particular hurry.
Daily Word Prompt – Confused
Reach out my love and own sky,
these moments they will not last.
The hand of time you’ll not defy
for the hour will come to pass.
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Posture perfect with head held high,
as an individual of your kind.
With musky perfume lingering still,
you leave an essence behind.
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Deep love inside will not decay,
with a passion so clear to all.
Take this moment and rejoice in life,
before the petals begin to fall.
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I see you hiding
Lovely little Ladybug
Veil on flower face
I’m trying to reach you, but you’re no longer here.
I’m yearning to touch you, I can feel you are near.
I keep calling your name, but you stay out of sight.
First thing in the morning and last thing at night.
Please send inspiration, to enlighten and show.
Your energy is still present, was just time to go.
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In response to the daily word prompt – Reach
Where do you sit in the power
When do you go deep within
Is there a certain secret hour
Have you met your spirit kin
Do you practice by meditation
Is that the gateway to the soul
What about in each situation
Does it help you to feel whole
Angel feasting on the flower, tell me what it is like.
That you transformed from a tiny beast, simply overnight.
Did you know your time had come, did you other angels see.
Your transformation indicates, that this could occur to me.
Do you fly in other realms, where celestial beings roam.
Tell me when you changed your form did you go back home.
Colorful angel stop a while, to help me understand.
Are the flowers any sweeter, when you reach the other land.
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