If I cut
The head and feet
From h i m
All that remains: I
If I cut
The head and feet
From h i m
All that remains: I
Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual
A Teen's Definition of Life
Amateur poetry can be found here
From Sunset to Dawn
Words are wild, so is my heart.
words. spirit. alchemy.
poetry to heal and inspire
Writing and Stuff by Chris Hall - Storyteller and Accidental Blogger
As long as there's breath, there will always be HOPE because nothing is pre-written and nothing cannot be re-written!
Cindy Knoke
Clever! 😀
Very nice 👌🏾
Thank you 🙂
Pleasure
Yes, clever!
Thanks!
Ah, getting to the heart and root of the matter. You definitely are clever. 😊
Thanks. Sometimes you need a different approach. But seriously always: peace and love, love and peace.
Now you have me second-guessing lol. Because I seriously always do expect that from you, at least, at the heart and root. :))
Well, love, love, love always first. But it’s good to hate the right things. You just need to know what those right things are, which too many us have trouble figuring that out. But overall it’s usually good to hate hate. But it’s too much logic and philosophy to discuss the matter here. You’d need a whole book.
I love this comment. I feel I needed to hear that. It’s a balm for the soul. A kind of root system that one could grow from, something very beautiful perhaps. I would like to read your book on that topic. :))
Thanks. You’re far too kind. I’m hardly wise enough to write that one yet … if ever. Maybe one day if I’m lucky, though.
Greater than a great👍
Thanks!