It’s not something
to fret nor worry about!
It’s just a phase
and a play of the world you're acting in.
Acceptance is the great solution—
Bear it for now!
Just as night surrenders to day
& it arises
Sorrow will go away
& joy will bloom like roses ~~

Aromatically
&
beautifully
&
magnetically.

I love you.

Let the winds of a reckoning
Blow through the street
Mother Ma’at is beckoning—
Prepare for defeat

I will carry myself with me in all that i know
I will carry myself with me Despite what you Will for me to know
I will carry myself in me
For it is all that i know
I will carry what is in me
Everywhere i go
It is i you will know
Written by:
Timothy Charles Carter

When they cry
I provide comfort

When they scream
I tell them they have the right

But they don’t notice it in me
For my tears flood my heart
And my screams are silent

I have some hard battles
I just keep them inside and quiet

The buds anxiously wait to burst through
warmer, softer ground.
They sprout like a secret lacking sound.
First signs of spring and the excited joy they bring.
Accompanied by joyous melodies the birds do sing.
Robin's, dressed in their red breast, hop everywhere.
A sky saturated blue, provokes a happy hypnotic stare.
The sun's soft spring heat shines on the thick, smooth buds.
Sometimes what is fragile is at the same time tough.
And renewal of earth and heart is abundantly enough.