Geposted am Wednesday 19 November 2008
Neverending mistakes,
they come and they go, they are here and they are now.
They are what is and what was.
They reap what I weep, they sow what I so.
I reap what I plant I weep what I grow.
I am tired thinking of these words. I had a tired contemplative mind. Lulling myself into a thoughtless desire my mind seemed to say what it wanted it to, to be silent, quiet and me. So eloquently in prose, so sweet it whistles through the scents of time, my mind rose up in spirit, sighing with a tired sound, let go this way follow you.