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I look down at a blank screen
Let my fingers do the typing
Cultivating my hopes and dreams
Within reach or far away
I will capture them all
In a simple book of my own thoughts
                                                        One day...
I’m crying for help
But without making a sound
Am I’m really crying for help
If my mouth is shut and hands are bound
Someone please find me now
Otherwise I’ll be left in a box called
“Lost but not ever found”
I don’t know why I wrote this.. just came to me in the perspective of those who are lost but are never found...
I’m like liquid air that melts in your mouth
No idea where this came from but makes you think a little...
Less time with someone
Is better then no time with them at all
Whether it is poetry
or even prose,
the orchestra of words
differ musically
In sound
In space
And even in rhythm
But never in meaning
Never in sweetness
The music of words has a myriad of meanings. I fall in love with words over and over again.
My body is feeling rather weak but I'm gonna try and write some of the Masked Bard. Its not as bad as yesterday, thankfully.
Again, everyone, thank you very much for your out-pour of kindness.
Truly, I'm humbled and touched. I know I may sound like a broken record but I just want you guys to know how much it means to me.
It's really helping me feel better.
Hugs and love to you all! ^^
Lyn ***
Who are we?
What are we?
Do we have a purpose?
What is that purpose?
Are we good?
Why is there evil?
Why is there hate?
Why is there discrimination?
Do we all go to Heaven?
Is there hell?
Do we live in hell?
Why are there natural disasters?
Are they natural?
Are they man made?
Is there a reason?
What is the reason?
Why do bad things happen to good people?
What about good things?
Are there good things?
Are there just bad things?
Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Are you wrong?
Do you agree?
Do you disagree?
Do you believe?
Do I believe?
What does anyone believe?
Is there ever a right answer?
Are there only wrong answers?
Are you confused?
Am I confused?
Do you love?
Do we love?
Do I love?
What is Love?
What is right?
What is wrong?
What is good?
What is bad?
What is our purpose........
                     Why does it all happen.....
     All the questions, that are unanswered
Fifteen years
These chimes have hung
Silent or clanging
To tell me the breeze
Is here or gone.

The bell tubes
Ring their mindless cheer.
Peacefully they bring
Me to the calm of emptiness.

The mindful other-where-ness,
I sense a kind of zen
But can't quite ken.

Making peace in the presence
Of a restless uncertainty,
Wind chimes ring.
.
You are song,
Rain dropping on still pond.
You are sky,
I see Heaven in your eyes.
Your are peace,
A garden above the world.
Your are grace,
The gentle path of the swan.
You are knowing,
The wind that whispers alone.
You are star shine,
The dust that lights the plains.
You are vast ocean,
Mother to the Fathering atmosphere.
You are dancing light  .  .  .
 Oct 2018 Sindi Kafazi
Mariam
Tangled thoughts
Flooded eyes and a runny nose
I have so much to say but no words are close ...
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