Thursday, January 9, 2014

Touching the base

Every time
I die,
while
reaching out
find your scales
empty.

Oh,
restless soul,
called
to serve,
forgetting,
numb
to personal
hum/song/setting!

Have you felt
my cheek,
snuggled to the heart
to fulfill
humankind's
priorities…

4 comments:

  1. A fulfillment that many strive for indeed

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  2. first... i really like that painting and cool images...the cheek snuggled to the heart...

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    1. Thank you, Claudia. Sometimes the idea, enclosed in the picture, such a incentive...to paint/draw for the poem...moves me

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  3. this is really lovely...i feel called to much the same...its not an easy life to follow but is a beautiful one...

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