changed woman

grounded in presence
grounded in awareness
presencing

i am tired.
i don't know what to write about.

i don't want to write today.

each man is his own
yet no man walks alone
for in the silence of a soul
there is a presence sometimes forgotten and unknown



what do people's faces tell thee o little one
what is there
can you see beneath the veil
or maybe a fleeting glance
a momentary glimmer

loneliness suffering joy
all these the face expresses

how many stop to look

how many are satisfied with the veil
who do not bother to brush it aside

one look
one glance
can communicate the heart's desire

yes, there are many faces
some of which are masked
just waiting waiting for the lingering look of another




time is fleeting
moments to be remembered or lost
as a robin when he sings in flight
soaring soaring in delight
or a child's reflection in a lake
mirrored there the reflections of one's own thought
yes, you and i each one of us have a timeless eternity
whereby smiles laughter or a tilting of a head
can be either a treasure or a loss


oh little white rose
what part in god's plan has thee
silently your petals unfold
each a new mystery

your place is there admist the thorns
a light to those that flock to thee.




i closed my eyes
and in the quiet
i heard nothing

i went round and round
and still heard nothing

i closed my eyes and rested

in the silence i had
scaled new heights
the thought of which i did not know

i like it there
i stayed for awhile
rested

first my mind went quiet
then my body rested
and felt comforted and relaxed

then self met self
and i was happy.