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November 2009 
What Comes
Posted on Oct 6th, 2009
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Shanti
Shanti
Stewing in my own soft skin
slow asleep
caught in the spell
My prayer your lullaby
messing with my own sweet mind
Like this.
I dream of reality crashing through,
And the meaning of feeling on purpose,
Like I like to imagine,
Maybe it's you.
Abiding by this measure of time
pressing here into now
where I've never been quite ready
To take it all
at all
for what it's worth,
cause what's a girl supposed to do?
slow asleep
caught in the spell
My prayer your lullaby
messing with my own sweet mind
Like this.
I dream of reality crashing through,
And the meaning of feeling on purpose,
Like I like to imagine,
Maybe it's you.
Abiding by this measure of time
pressing here into now
where I've never been quite ready
To take it all
at all
for what it's worth,
cause what's a girl supposed to do?
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Realy incredible… i feel your depth in this poem..,
Like I like to imagine
To take it all
just what i felt today actually…. i feel at times that i am not taking enough on my shoulders… :-)
Beautiful !!!
have to bring imzadi here to see this. tremendous
Thanks for dropping Janak, funny how these inner connections resonate in us all. In the end this construction of ” I ” is circumstantial only, and “enough” almost impossible to define!
The advise in the poster works well in most situations.
Nicole, any beloved of yours must be a sweet soul indeed, I am so happy for you!
oh. my. lovely. poetess. Yes, what's a gorl supposed to do, indeed? Keep calm and carry on! I do it all the time :) And I love this poem….ah….how it stews in my own soft skin.
Hugs and smiles, Shanti.
Thanks dear Amy. Isn't it lovely to alive! Apparently they really made these posters during the war. :) Your new hair looks gorgeous. Big Love to you.