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I lift my gaze to the stars, it doesn’t matter. There’s so much more out there, up there than my tiny, confused self, yet I’m a part of it. Getting lost becomes something wonderful.
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I lift my gaze to the stars, it doesn’t matter. There’s so much more out there, up there than my tiny, confused self, yet I’m a part of it. Getting lost becomes something wonderful.
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Always silent, seemingly staring into nothingness
What tales would they know and share?
Intertwined roots, touching branches
How do I listen in, share in their wisdom?
I walked in the woods, on a path I walked
many times before, completely lost in thought
not noticing that darkness was falling, that stars
appeared in the sky, that moonlight
brightened my path. A sound brought me out of my musings...
Sickness, loss, violence, life-threatening circumstances, dying.... There are many moments in a person's life when she/he is held captive in icy darkness.
But whatever you believe in, ultimately there is the embrace and oneness with the light of your origin.
A walk on a rain-soaked path along a canal on a winter evening. It's getting dark, time to go home...
The days of cold autumn rain. Looking out over drowned fields, ten years ago in the province of Groningen, The Netherlands.
Autumn is a beautiful time, a time when nature tenderly covers the fallen seeds with brown and vibrant colored leaves. Food for the new growing season...
A gray, foggy autumn day. A day like so many, where you only see vague outlines of the path you are walking. The silence and lack of sight are oppressive at first...
What do you see when you look at the face of your loved one who suffers from a form of dementia? What does your partner, parent or friend see when looking at the world from her or his dementia?
My LinkedIn connection Ashok Subramanian posted a review on 4 poems, with my poem Lost In Moonlight among them:
I walked in the woods, on a path I walked
many times before, completely lost in thought,
not noticing that darkness was falling, that stars
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Lost In Thought
I walked in the woods, on a path I walked
many times before, completely lost in thought
not noticing that darkness was falling, that stars
appeared in the sky, that moonlight
brightened my path. A sound brought me out of my musings...
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