To loosen my boundaries would expand my world...to lose them would be freedom!
The tick of the clock sounds so innocent, yet each mark is the sound of the death's encroachment.
Fall has begun, it is my most blessed season.
Escaping the summer's sun, we march toward the winter queen, whose icy grip will ensnare the warmth of the world.
No mantra is required, as we stare into a fire...
Love keeps us hopeful, fresh and dreaming of the sweetest future imaginable!
Have a blessed Sunday, take a moment and relax, refresh and enjoy...don't let it pass you by unnoticed!
Psychedelic water reflections, high on shaggy palms
Squardons of dragonflies blasting brilliant clouds
Quick shadows form fronds with the sun's light on the orange cushion
Submerged
Yet Floating
Carried away in time and space
Not even the sound of my own heart beating
I exsist only on an inhale
Drunken...
Off-center...
Weightless...
My mind floats away on a billow against such a bright blue
Escape...
Peace...
Close your eyes
Drift away...
