In the support love kindness and Set out upon the rivers of friendship to search forDistant fires of the hearth of homes The heartbeats of the drums Of rhythmic healing To the same time as yoursAs mine And in the depth of cool waterChanged the rocks as I skimmed by To see you on the
Tag: cancer and lonliness
I am still.At this momentI am bathedIn my silenceSkilled in self Fear and doubt.Maybe our keys to Gain accessTo the powerOf these quiet bonesRolled out onThe carpetsOf all colorslead toentrywaysWhere sit Freedom’s keys:Sweet reliefFrom the prison Of thought.Wafts of hearing What’s taught us By the hand lockingThe diocese ofLife. Nobody ownsme like silence.I find at
Soul Spelunking: taking time out to go on excursions of self discovery, reading the signs written on the cave walls, and finding our way underneath the surface level to healing the very deepest of wounds. Let’s face it, no one gets out of this life alive. Or unscathed. Maybe some lucky people had amazing childhoods.