This is my essence which will survive without me for everyone loves the smell of bacon even the vegetarian is tempted to eat of it.
I have an excuse like an old man I walk slow bent over shuffling my feet.
my me ki helps me do my work in his own way he says 'mow mow, I love you mommy and daddy'.
I have no fear of criticism I have not the talent of Shakespeare it goes without saying I am no Van Gogh for I still possess both my ears.
this magnetism pulls on opposites tearing its own seams fire and ice desire and hate absorption into one another disintegration transformation falling into pieces.
Beauty is in the heart of the beloved the beloved is the eye of the beholder.
mysterious you who surrounds me like loving arms invisible essence pounds away repelling evil and its deeds abundant harvest sowing seed gracious covenant unerring need.
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.