great goin girl...good effort

Gender balance is always a delicate affair, for men are from mars and women from venus.

In winter I learned , as the one heart burned, of warmth and shelter and giving
In the thaws of the Spring, I stood and looked far.
I saw the colours of Fall
In greatest long Suns rising, then I thought and summerosed all.,
Autumn drew her veils quietly, fruitfully ,slept dreamt and woke,.
To one time with space and thus, this place,
Seasoned past reason for the well of all days,
in the wheel of the silent, made perfect reason of All
So this could better all be….

Are We not Blessed?

For the knowing, the glowing.
The You* the This* and it All*
its writhing and its striving, its very utter living*.
Its what we have to ask, thats given and yet more still our gifts we find ungiven..........the sweet secrets within the self, unpresented,
That we dare not give to either another nor our own self.
That leads us to convince ourselves *we are*

This is All of each....... Each of All,,,,,,,,,, We Together
Half awake with much fuss,

Human ness
puzzled from each of our start by our different ness….,
training and straining at our each own`s selfed soul tether
Yet know each others affection often well, and hope its True,
That the truth is all the best things, that could happen to You?
As spoken and told, the clutter and the Gold, of this too,
Is only our quintessential human, mess,


Because for alls lifes a living,
it means little when spent unsung, unexplored, ungiving
We have Love, We have Life, Whilst~ever we think ours a poor Life unloved, We should give the more of it, that life, that Love…
That’s the cure of it! We are only here through hopes persistence,
Be sure of it.


Love has no end. Once you give it away, you know no better friend


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