… my heart …

Seed cradles swing in the wind,

waiting for their turn

at flight and happenstance.

Like the leaf,

like the bird,

like my heart.

DSCF0006………………..Carol

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Here I Am…………

Trust.  What a word…. encompassing so much.  I have always
tried to Trust… people, intuition, feelings…..  it is something that
comes naturally to me, idiot that I am….and that precisely
is how I got myself into this conflagration…. the Fire in Rio…
a Fire of the Heart.

I come, hat, heart and lingerie in hand, sure of myself and the feelings that were put on ice for the year we were apart.
I was the Keeper of Love, but I have such bizarre assurance of
what I know and feel, that comes somehow from within…..

I go to Rio, I hold to that Feel that is US… Us… and oh my
what a feeling, a knowing, a fire that could blaze through all of our visions, and onward to a future that has no boundaries.

Have you ever been with someone who you Know you can do
Anything with?  I mean, the two of you are such a nuclear fission,
fusion, crashing of dreams and raw energies…  and somehow in
your heart you just know it is fate and it was agreed upon so long ago, that there was no way this prior agreement
cannot be fulfilled.

So Here I was, after nearly a year of waiting and holding and keeping close to him and the agreement… to return to Rio, be together, find a way to co-create our life, and learn just who
WE Are together…
For when two blend into one, a new Entity is created…

So it’s Morning, and our NewYears’Eve has turned to a dawn
of Reality, neither of us had dreamed of or imagined.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

… waiting …

Expect the sun to rise

and it will not.

Ignore it, and it

comes to you willingly

crying sun drops…

wanting cloudlings to

hide its loneliness.

Wait only for the one

who waits for you

which is you, waiting

endlessly waiting

for you

you waiting

forever waiting

waiting

without

a magazine.

——

…clouds…

point arena beach, by mick paul

…sometimes words

separate…

tear apart… say

wrong thing when

you know it’s right….

but tonite the words are

just right

and originate from

the heart of my being…

tied to the sky….

silver threads

to angels

and the clouds

…..