Willow giving the air a whiff. Small hunting dogs will do this to mask their own scent and follow prey undetected. Why would it? The mountain is big enough for us. Daisies on the sides of back roads.

Poetry, fiction, related articles and the tales of Moon. Poet, Writer and Storyteller. Poet, Writer and Storyteller. Welcome to the The Dreaming Path. Poetry comes from a deeper connection to the feeling subconscious, not from the thinking mind. I will be publishing some travel tales and other ramblings.

The wind blows carrying with it memories of my past. That feeling of being helpless. The rocks stand unyielding, unrelenting. Quiet strength at its best.

Poetry and observations with a bit of artwork thrown in. But desire some formless state of grace. Where we possess neither body nor a face. And love is all and time is quite transparent? August 1, 2015. I know the pain of where lovers go,. Unable to stray from what they know,. Repeating the patterns of prideful ego.

There is so much more yet to be discovered, whether its a simple passage from a book, a quote, a poem a simple thought, photograph or landscape from a master. just the sound of the birds in the nesting box. Always Choose What your Heart knows is Right. 8220;The chief beauty about time.

I am feeling a little vain tonight. I feel like Kate Winslet,. Where she killed Leonardo di Caprio? It was on a boat. Paint me, if you would be so kind. I am feeling silly,. Playful, fluffy, witty,. A ball of yarn, any. You are not embarrassed of your nakedness? You ask.

Never trust a girl who can read. Thank you to the random person who posted this on weheartit. I hope you enjoy! The night is young. Night bleeds through the sky.