Write about your dream home.
… where the heart is.
You’re not looking for a place.
You’re looking for a person, maybe even a people.
#tuesdaythoughts
just a thought
It’s Valentine’s Day
and for those of you
who aren’t
all wrapped up with someone else
here’s a thought – for we are humans
with beating hearts
and souls not built for loneliness:
So, take heart.
Oh, and tomorrow is Monday for everyone ;).
j.d.
like oxygen
there is no crime in compassion
no weakness in genuine
gentleness
though one must use one’s head
(pearls before swine and all that).
many stop short of acts of kindness
for fear of appearing
ridiculous.
that is a pity.
so many are lost in loneliness
because loving deeds are left undone
kind words left unsaid
and letters written
then tossed aside
left for dead.
this is a pity.
we must love to live
a life worth living
love is like oxygen.
so be ridiculous –
every now and then
be your absolute
self
the one we’re taught to
hide and deny
that part that is
our inner child:
surprisingly insightful
innocently tender and kind.
© 2016 threegoodwords
overflow
lay me down
accept this offering
two to the one beyond
what is thought to be known
where grace is given
where light is hidden
amongst stars
legion
dusted on the endless black
lay me down
let the only sound
ring beyond all
that is known to one
and another
where time is no more
than the essence
flowing over
lapping on the shore
of all our senses, one
giving, living
knowing
one to all, all to one
like water flowing
glowing, bright
curved against the diamond black
breaking the rays
of the brightest sun
our morning star.
© 2016 threegoodwords
reflection
fall and thoughts sail down
like leaves off a tree of self
doubt and certainty
asking, wondering
so many etcetera, too many to count
silently loud
in the quietness of hidden hearts;
questions that linger
ever since ‘I’ became ‘Me’
and ‘You’Â was separate
apart, a part of everyone
else
someone, somebody
a body beyond the self
‘I’, ‘Me’
sad hours seem long
that room where they come and go
why Michelangelo?
*
consciousness, they say
is when a mirror loses its wonder
and becomes reflection.
this is what we have
a sense of confinement that is open
static yet moving
a constant attempt to decipher
the senses trick or treating
us to another’s perception;
always desirous to
touch beyond skin
and hear the voice
that reaches our inner ear
as deep as heartbeats go
beyond skin and bone
to that marrow that others call soul.
© 2015 threegoodwords
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