My life is mere reflection in a silver coin. Here one hour. Gone the next. See ya round.

Side effects of repressed Se. What It's Like To Forget Sense.

A note about the way I can be externally obsessive. Organizing things almost unconsciously, since I'm looking to avoid doing, whatever it is that I need to do. Maybe. (;

"Don't wake me from this dream, please"

I wanted this seventh verse to be a personal one. And it is, a visual representation of how I perceive being at peace with your own mind. With learning how to let thoughts pass you by, without care or concern. Be in the river, up to your waist,  and be free of thought or fear complete.

Sunday Seven (or S7) is a series of tanka verses (57577) which I completed one cloudy Sunday afternoon. With topics ranging from the faithfulness of dawn to the depths if the ocean home, I hope you enjoy reading them and can appreciate the height and depth of this variety.

Some writes are truly as simplistic as this. The girl in front of me had curly hair. The kind that greets you with a turn of the head and shimmers like leaves in the earthy autumn.

Very pretty.

Sunday Seven (or S7) is a series of tanka verses (57577) which I completed one cloudy Sunday afternoon. With topics ranging from the faithfulness of dawn to the depths if the ocean home, I hope you enjoy reading them and can appreciate the height and depth of this variety.

A lot of what I write and struggle with is just the basic human emotion of emptiness. The realization that the new car, new friend, or newly arrived Amazon package will not fulfill your true hearts desire. This is life. God is God. And no enticing conversation will ever last.

Sunday Seven (or S7) is a series of tanka verses (57577) which I completed one cloudy Sunday afternoon. With topics ranging from the faithfulness of dawn to the depths if the ocean home, I hope you enjoy reading them and can appreciate the height and depth of this variety.

Truth is, that the dawns first light will never let you down. Even if you cannot see it, due to the looming clouds, it is always there just waiting to warm your bones.

Sunday Seven (or S7) is a series of tanka verses (57577) which I completed one cloudy Sunday afternoon. With topics ranging from the faithfulness of dawn to the depths if the ocean home, I hope you enjoy reading them and can appreciate the height and depth of this variety.

This one was an interesting question to me at the time. What if God isn't neglectful, nor the devil always moving? I guess sometimes all that the mind needs is to be woken up so that it can lead itself astray. Thus is humanity perhaps. Very imperfect in heart and head.

Sunday Seven (or S7) is a series of tanka verses (57577) which I completed one cloudy Sunday afternoon. With topics ranging from the faithfulness of dawn to the depths if the ocean home, I hope you enjoy reading them and can appreciate the height and depth of this variety.

The idea being that you could meet anyone, at just about any time. Provided that you're open to the connection and willing to try. To put yourself out there and speak first. That is bravery. Or mere extroversion at work.

Sunday Seven (or S7) is a series of tanka verses (57577) which I completed one cloudy Sunday afternoon. With topics ranging from the faithfulness of dawn to the depths if the ocean home, I hope you enjoy reading them and can appreciate the height and depth of this variety.

Originating from the idea that God knows the location of every single grain of sand in the ocean (and beyond). This one speaks to the idea that we are all homeless in mind, but that through trust in him, we can find a home just about anywhere.

Through faith, he makes our location home.

Sunday Seven (or S7) is a series of tanka verses (57577) which I completed one cloudy Sunday afternoon. With topics ranging from the faithfulness of dawn to the depths if the ocean home, I hope you enjoy reading them and can appreciate the height and depth of this variety.

Old words rediscovered. I like what these have become. Much more neutral. Much more true to who I am. Thank God, I am free. (:

Behind Twinkling Eyes