Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. It Never Was An Ocean. In the history of language, the first obscenity was silence.

I wish I had the words and muscle to help bear your load. You have borne your distresses with such amazing grace. Caring for the elderly becomes much like the labor over young children and you are pressed on all fronts with little margin to tend to your own needs. Ariel Levy, staff writer at.

We all have our moments. Are the burned forest,. Back to the land and.

I AM NOWHERE AND EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE. Do not fear and admire. They are just distorted beliefs from desire. And flowers armed with lethal shafts,. Revealed by the magnificent Moonlight. And arrive safely in my hut. If you are pure of heart. If you fear the reverberating ground. The roar of raging river. The startling clap of thunder. Then go on, keep hiding. Be set ablaze by my fire.

The trees pander to the wind the way I pander to your whims. Of course, the things we know are fleeting.

This site shares my experiences living with Epilepsy,medical challenges and the lessons life offers. Never give up, life experiences are opportunities for a person to learn from and grow strong. A change in every day. With its own thing to say. No good reason to resist. Life clues for us to sort. To help us build our fort.

Poetry, Haiku, Tanka, Senryu. August 16, 2015 by Ron. On a pink paper plate. August 16, 2015 by Ron. I look up to see sunrise. August 16, 2015 by Ron. He smells her warmth and hears her voice. August 16, 2015 by Ron. Oh that I had never found out. August 16, 2015 by Ron. The paint by numbers kit. August 16, 2015 by Ron.