...we draw lines... in sand... knowing they will be washed away by the tides... how few among you will carve your being in stone? All else is passing fancy... Character... some thing beyond popular acceptance...or belief... who aspires for less,,, who succumbs... each thing that upsets my balance here... I discover to be but my own unresolved issues... upon still waters I reflect...lost between source and reflection... To each who bring me conflict, I thank you for scratching upon those things... will set me free... Journey Well Dear Ones...
Posted on: Fri, 12 Jul 2013 06:17:05 +0000