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breath, cherokee, conscious consciousness, dreams, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, home, knowledge, life, love, old maps, passion, reason, seeing in the dark, soul, spirit, touch, truth, understanding, wandering
beyond the longest shadow
a sense of something more
– a night
here I have wandered
(fearlessly)
to distant meadows
(blooming)
grass stains
on my toes
(a ways) beyond
the only path I know
houses where
(the lowly) I
was cradled tenderly
a yard is overgrown
(but I don’t care)
tis not my want
to question –
when wishing me to home
dreams are come
(and I am)
everywhere
a deeper trust
divided
(by visions) into light
hearts are one
(tho all the proof is gone)
what of me (another)
remembers where to go
when once (as then)
my sleeping ends –
miles from this I dream
familiar lives
reclaiming (now)
my soul
. . .
tornadoday 
That’s one of the best openings I’ve ever read.
Thank you, Richard. As of late, I’ve had moments where I felt the need to move verses around…….but typically, the words that I find first stay the first. Your kindness blesses me. Thank you. ~ Love, Bobbie
You’re welcome, Bobbie. You looked to have changed the style of your writing lately, but it’s still wonderful.
Periodically, I go through slumps where I feel that everything I write sounds the same as everything else I’ve written…….. And though it doesn’t always stick, I try dressing the horse up as a sheep…….just to see what happens. 🙂
so intense and profound. Its lovely to read your lines after long
And it is such a joy to know that they find you still……that they touch your tender heart, Soumyav. Thank you for the blessing of you. ~ Love, Bobbie
Split and reunited. – Such beauteous a poem. Thank you.
Always, our journey is to home, where we shall find it anew…… Thank you, dearest Salva. ❤
:)….. xo
🙂 ❤