weightless in freefall
sweet inner space rhapsody
blissful is the dream
unoppressed by the agony
reigning wakeful hours
float in the freedom
burdens banished to the breeze
remember the feel
exquisite delight drawn from
years of easy bravado
From my books Ephemera and Riverthink
Ah, sweet slumber. She is my mistress . . .
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but a fickle one…
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Ah, the agony of aging described in a prayer for sleep that will provide respite from pain
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thanks for your perspective
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Me too my friend. Wrapping my arms around your most beautiful poem and giving you a hug.
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*smile*
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❤
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2 days it’s nothing more than 2 moments from now. Time is irrelevant in the way we’ve been taught (seconds, minutes, hours days, etc.,). Our life experience is a cluster of moments. In the moment you’re in today, is the moment in you’re in today – your next moment will be different, and the one after that different … we’re simply put, moving from one moment to another – one experience to another. In 3 days you won’t be in the moment that you’ll be in, in 2 days, you’ll be in the moment after that. And that moment might last for a bit … it’ll last as long as “it will.” However, then they’ll be another moment.
Live in the moment, but know that this too shall change, it’s a cluster of moments and experiences my friend. Sending you much love.
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The colors in the picture are mesmerizing – like the dream that gives the “feel of exquisite delight”.
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the image spoke to me
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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