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Journey Back To Center

Published January 11, 2018 by tindertender

Mystical Clock

When my time comes
Will you still love me,
Or will you toss me aside
Like a worn out shoe?

Days and nights
Made of hours and minutes
Visited by seekers
Wanting answers I cannot give.

I clean, I wait.
I work, rest, and ponder what is.
Inside I know the way,
Consciously I do not remember.

I chuckle sometimes
At the clever weaving of knowledge.
It really could not be any better,
In and out of dreams.

Awake, I am curious,
Am I sleeping?
Asleep seems more like waking,
A journey escalated.

A journey escalated,
Questions chosen for time.
Time winds down once more,
Few seem to care.

Senses are embraced,
For soon they will not be.
Sooner than I dare say,
Reboot.

Important Questions

Published December 18, 2017 by tindertender

Important questions
Is it possible to be patient and kind to ones self, while (seemingly) so many others are not able to be patient and kind, showing instead hostility?

Is it true, that if in a room with a hostile person, that same hostility will be absorbed by others in the room?

Is it possible to cultivate inner peace while battling negativity, or does the negativity negate any attempt at inner peace?

Does anyone really know?

The Wind Blows

Published July 29, 2017 by tindertender

The wind blows on a hot dry day.
“Where shall I go, what shall I do?” she pondered.

Beauty in the park.
She will visit a park so large she couldn’t possibly see it all in one day.
Pictures will be taken ~ with a phone, with a camera, with her eyes and mind.

These still images, and sometime moving, will be collected
and shared with others … here, and there.

Time is an allowance to see, to sense, to collect data.
The state of this world will be intimately known,
and revealed in the space between, for an in depth
and personal telling of truth, as each has seen it.

As the wind blows, collection of memories taken from
the park, from a monastery, from a farmers market ~
All people from many walks, observed, connected with
and loved … Gratefulness comes over her.

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