23 Sunday Jun 2013
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becoming, cherokee, connection, dreams, fearless, grace, life, living, love, nature, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, strength, wandering
more to me
these rhyming strains
of looking back
to leaving
notes where I might find them
one more day
pressed beneath
a leaning pine –
answers tall around
hands to wrap
as eyes
to plead you
stay
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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intensely beautiful Bobbie! loved the pic and the flowing thoughts
I love you, Soumyav. Thank you my sweet beautiful friend. ~ Love, Bobbie
Nature keeps our secrets for us — and comforts us too… this touches a deep compartment within my heart dear Bobbie ~ x sending much love, RL
Nature holds us always, our beginnings and our endings………deams but a place to take breath. Thank you, my beautiful Robyn. ~ Ever love, Bobbie
Definitely nature seals us to it, and vice versa a W.S. Merwin writes… I read more in your words… there are tiny step- prints that take us somewhere away from here.
Near is not so far as we might imagine – we need but close our eyes and fall into the music that is our own heart singing. Thank you, my precious Debbie. ~ All my love, Bobbie
Once in a time I called mine
I sat beside that leaning pine
Reaching for answers I could not find
Because there were none…
Once again, I am that boy, sitting in the woods trying to understand the why…
Good night, darlin’ girl.
Paul
Goodnight, my precious. ~ Love, Bobbie
You eyes…. what you’ve seen on the trunk is not merely bark and moss, I’m sure… Your eyes, your heart and you…. O Bobbie, those few lines have seeped very deep into a place that looks a bit like the trunk.
Keep touching us with your brilliant mind, my beautiful friend.
Much love to you, as always. xx
You and I know the truth – that you can no more describe a tree than you could make one. There is always more than bark and rings, for within the marrow, a story bleeds. Thank you for the extraordinary gift of your understanding, my friend. ~ Always my love, Bobbie