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becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, destiny, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, love, luther, nature, old maps, passion, reason, restless, self, spirit, strength, wandering, wisdom
red tail glides
across the grey –
steely force to wander
silent as a brush
of ancient blues
curves against my coffee cup
whispers of the moon
hiding just beyond
the cedar line
miracle of miracles
who am I to choose
between the life I know
the one I am –
fragrant as wisteria
blooms beneath the frost
wishes for December
nothing more –
beauty plays
within the light
of one more morning after
glows within the essence
evermore
barefoot girl
and virgin snow –
who will find me missing
left as tracks
divine into the wool
. . .
tornadoday 
I miss me barefoot in the snow…
making snow angels….
and I would miss you too….
this was sad to me….
living in the moment always seems to want to choose
this or that
when I want to keep all my memories inside this woven hat
I wore red hats and purple socks(sometimes bright yellow)
before it was a movement of freedom of expression
I just did it because I liked it…
wandering with my coffee cup in hand,I think of you as I read this and
sit back and smile…for no matter how I read it, I think you send me a thought only I can read in between the lines…
Take Care Miss Bobbie….you are so loved you know…
)0(
just me
Actually, living in the moment only requires that we choose to live………barefoot or swimming, standing strong or crawling……..we move forward in this moment, this wonderful sweet eternal moment. Love makes sweet and sad the same, but both are part of the joy (the bliss) that is living. To feel is to live. To know is to love. And yes, I send you more than a thought or two as I wrote this……..for I knew it was written in the language of spirit we share. I love you, Maryrose. ~ Ever, Bobbie
As sad as I was when I read your words, i desire to believe and remember who is writing this, and as a writer i know the moments change. So i advance deeper in the whole of the poem and feel your words life and love! And I know you will share another that will lift my heart and spirit with joy! Any day without your poems would truly be a very unhappy one…as we all have a true addiction to the words that you bring to life gloriously from within! Much love to you always Bobbie!
You know….this piece has proved something to me. It was never ever sad to me, but more one of peace………looking through my back window. The who would find me missing wasn’t as a temptation to disappear, but rather who would be surprised that I would dance into the wood barefoot on snow. But I suppose now I understand how some would see this as sad……..where to me, it’s about becoming one with nature, which is anything but sad. 🙂 Love you, Wendell. ~ Always, Bobbie