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Monday 26 November 2007
HOW BLIND THAT WAS
The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was... Lovers dont finally meet somewhere They are in each other all along..
JELALUDDIN RUMI.......
It is said that within the soul of every woman can be found the wildness of the wolf, the intelligence, the knowing of the seasons, the belonging to ones pack
Young and innocent, playful and trusting, born into a world where one must learn to survive. I hear the call of my soul and follow, for there lie my true loves and nature. Head up and sniffing the air, I rise, shake the dust from my fur and howl to a full and glorious moon
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Thursday 1 November 2007
Monday 22 October 2007
SOUL SONG
glitter-graphics.com And leaving, she found the one that had been missing for so long, The not good enough, found her self. And in finding herself, that one who had been missing for so long, she has discovered, that she is indeed more than good enough. No longer hearing your words, for she listens to the song of her own soul
Thursday 18 October 2007
Going Home
glitter-graphics.com Sometimes people get lost. Sometimes they leave the nothingness; that has no meaning. Without a word, they rise to follow their soul, for fear that that too may fall silent to the ear. Then closing the door, without backward glance. They're gone
Saturday 6 October 2007
AFTER A WHILE
After a while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child
And you learn to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
that you really are strong
and that you really do have worth
And you learn and you learn
with every goodbye you learn...
©1971 Veronica A. Shoffstall
Friday 28 September 2007
Laying down the pen, she also laid down her hopes and dreams, for in her heart she knew, she could no longer fool herself that she was capable of writing the fairytale of love turned around.. not with her co-author...she had grown up.
No more, turning one more page believing that this time the tale would have a happy ending for she having examined the book closely, realised all the chapters thus far had followed the same theme...the dream turned to drama
Ripping out the pages that brought value and meaning to her life, she picks up her pen and closes the cover, the book lies somewhere, she knows not where.
She hears one still writes there, a tale of woe, of love abandoned.. the pages flutter in the wind, to the best of her knowledge, left unread
The book is now his and his alone, for with her pen she writes a new tale where words like love, respect, courage, faith, togetherness,freedom,security above all happiness and balance have found their home.
