I talk to God but the sky is empty. Paradise lies at my feet – not exactly, but somewhere around, on the earth. Nuggets of experience build my world. The gaps between those drive me to look above myself.
If the body limits my flight, so be it. I would like to jump out of a plane, but know the end of the journey. Mortality binds me to death, but does not take away the pleasures of living. So, I choose to remain in the framework, and learn what I can.
The sky is an illusion. The sun needs to illuminate other zones. It is time for the sunflower to look elsewhere, for its own sake.
vision that rebuilds-
accepts golden dreams change to
color of sawdust
repaints the sky in colors
close to imagination
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Thanks. Will repost.
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Not reposted, but I did manage to fling it up on Facebook. Thanks for the much munchable work -Eugina. Will try to lie to the gategods to see again if I can get press this or reblog to work…As a practicing Luddite I realize I have some limitations…
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Perhaps, you couldn’t repost it since I reposted this from one of my fellow bloggers. I’m on my way to check out your blog. 🙂
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Thanks for the tip. Got ThisNSuch posting to work fine.
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Beautiful! 🙂
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Yes, one of Reena’s best that I’ve read. Tis stunning!
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Life may be beautiful!
Life may be harsh!
Life may be an illusion!
But – it’s your choice!
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Love this!
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Oh my gosh I love this Reena! ❤️
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Thank you so much!
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Thank you, Franci! I enjoyed the conversation taking place here 🙂
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Yes, it’s great isn’t it? Beautifully written, Reena, and seems others think the same.
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Thanks for putting it out here…
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