K And My Childhood.

This rainy afternoon brought you to me.

Years apart- but I now regard you as two separate forms of childhood. Parallel joys and scrapes. Two forms of innocence that stayed and one other that got lost in the untangling of vines and time.

How we all contain all the lives we have lived in this vessel of flesh and blood. How many patches decorate its sides? How many brightly-painted rooms it contains? How many secret passageways it keeps behind the lips that touch the air and wind that might defect to them and betray?

I am the lone keeper of this afternoon’s secret. And the lone connoisseur of the once-bitter pulp. Now sweet after time’s fermentation...

By Any Other Name...

Counterpoint. Soul’s mirror. The other puzzle piece. A child’s favorite tree or toy or teacher or pet or sweet treat.

The same things in simply varied manifestations or representations. I meet with all of them quite frequently, but my other form of expression has yet to be found.

You know what or whom I speak of. Remember, I once asked you if you felt or feel that feeling of “restlessness?” I no longer give the other side of those ill-formed Absolutes the time of day.

Life is good. Life is Joyous. Life is Peaceful. Life is living it and living it out in the brightness of day and Truth.:)

Renewal Of Vows.;)

I renew my vow today: To live not for the sake of another and to not ask for another to swear the same- for my sake.

Today I remind myself of the tasks I have laid out for myself.

Today I remind myself of that peace and happiness I have found and to not let anything or anyone contribute to their demise.

Swirling Yellow Creation.

That this dark matter, enshrined by the arms of the woods' child, holds power. Power from the mind that wields it.

Controlled, yet loved, it creates beauty.

It speaks of the beauty of living. It speaks of the joy of existence. Of pure, guiltless existence.

Light and simple from the many battles it has conquered.

:)

That Togetherness They Speak Of.

It is not a requirement, nor a giddy schoolgirl's daydream...

That your arms acquaint themselves with the feel of me.

That your lips know mine.

That your ears know the sound of my footsteps.

That your eyes single me out from a sea of people.

No, love...

That you exist after all already satisfies me.

Already makes this world clearer.

You exist.

[And] I know you exist... it is enough.

Bedtime Musings.

That tonight, the same moon hangs above us.

That that same wind touches us both.

That we will both close our eyes and in the silence of this passing night, our soft breathing_s will lend themselves to the soft music of this transient night.