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bliss, connection, destiny, grace, living, love, memory, nature, passion, restless, spirit, truth, wandering, wisdom, wonder
the spinner
of light
burns paisley to shadow
forward and back
as waltz into flame
the memory of heat
at the heart of surrender ~
a warning spilled soft
from yet silent
mouths
sonnets etched
in the rush to remember
black velvet coats
of royal recall
skirted the night
in search of another
saved from detection ~
where burning
we sailed
. . .
tornadoday 
It’s said that “Creativity is a process of surrender, not control.”; being a reader of yours for all this time, I think yours is an ever going process whether you take control over your beats or you surrender to them…
I loved every single bit of this piece.. & my love goes to you as well; hugs
O, Mira, you sing my song dear one. Yes, you are so right for even in surrender, we own. It is our will that bows to another; our soul which sways against the breeze of another breath. Thank you so much. My love to you always, Mira. ~ Bobbie
I agree with my sister Mira, and i would add this, there is always so much freedom of expression in your words that it always delights the whole of my being! My love toyou also bobbie, and lots of hugs too…you do it all so very well! Awesome!
You guys gotta stop. You’re making me blush! (and smile)…….Thank you, Wendell. You and Mira Jay are just part of the bigger part of love that keeps me anchored here by words. Thank you so so much! ~ My love ever, Bobbie