My life has been carved in a series of footprints of sand. others may try following in mine, but they will soon lose sight and have to make their own steps which will in time be like mine covered up and forgotten.
go to sleep in a sleepy little world go to sleep and the world goes away little kitty boy, little kitty girl sleep the deep sleep and drift away clouds forming dark clouds forming it is becoming the way of the world you are loved you are cherished you are life itself.
The older I get the more I see life is much more about others and substantially less about me.
When you do something anonymously out of heartfelt love for another without expectation of reward and notoriety remaining unknown the subtle unexplained power of the entire universe in its infinite mysterious ways is the push behind you empowering all your selfless wishes and desires.
He sleeps on the sleeping giant's stomach he walks on it in circles until he rests curled up the giant then speaks 'I love you, my little boy, my kitty-man'.
They say the word and know not what it means living in a house which has its lights on but, no one's home.
The father abandoned her as a little girl later, she married a man who gave her no attention nor approval just like her father little girl lost and damaged beyond repair.
The pitter-patter of plain rain and crackling fireplace keep my brain sane and heart warm.
It came to me when I woke from a dream that I was waking into yet another.
In God's game light and dark, dark and light we the avatars sing our song.