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Everything happens for a reason? No, I don’t think so. I hope not. I am not a believer in fate to that extreme. It’s too controlling. If it were truth, I’d personally journey to dethrone those meddling Moirai and take back my life. I’d do it for others too.Now destiny to me is a whole … Continue reading Monday to Monday

Befriending Bumblebees

(See the bumblebee?) Befriending bumblebees,watching cloud-shapes come to life,making majestic the flowering weeds,the peace around me seeps in when I am outside. Time may tick, but no manmade clockinterrupts Laura's la-la land thoughts.I am one of them, the nature alive in the yard,no language needed when you are birthed from the stars,though I do whistle … Continue reading Befriending Bumblebees

In the Sea of Shells

In the vast sea of shells, you found mine, on the island upon which I buriedthe saltwater in my eyes. Or is it that...In the vast sea of shells, I finally found youupon a remote shorewith a heart I'd renew. Who found whom?Perhaps not a finding at allwhen God as Matchmakerguides two soulstogether to loveand … Continue reading In the Sea of Shells

Parking Lot Thoughts

Turn not a blind eye uponthe beauty that surrounds;sometimes you simply mustexpend a bit of effort toseek it out.There is never a beauty drought.Look about! In a grocery store parking lot,for you, I frame this bouquet,non-bought, to send you a wordless reminderof my love, to remind you are dearlythought of,desiring that the white-petaled hopecould be a moment that … Continue reading Parking Lot Thoughts

See Past Shells

You are not broken. We all have our chips,scabs and scars,stories hidden, no such thing as perfect,itself a myth; you are perfectas is, each soul a treasure, measured not by appearanceor the illusion of wholenessfor we are equally completewhen love washes over us for no shell is enclosed,though we shrink within, open and in rotation,vulnerable … Continue reading See Past Shells

Seasons Within

Shades of bright pink–magenta, fuchsia, cerise–through a sea of gray, peek,a reminder that soon it will be spring.In the shroud of fog and mistthat seems to perpetually persist, nature refuses to statically subsist;every cloud will again disperse or lift.Time was constructed with the condition of motion with clauses that require stages of hibernation;every living thing needs rest … Continue reading Seasons Within

Tides of Time

Walking alone, even his ghosthas abandoned you,single footprintsin sand and snowfrom a boy to a man, lost truths. Upon the phantasmal shores, you wander, fists raised;tears cannot erase what never was. Your own steps become weighted,the prints deep, breaking ground,and through the land, you begin to drown.  Sand turns to ice, entombing half-alive.Only one hand to reach for, but … Continue reading Tides of Time