The last night we spent together was dressed in black velvet with sequins in the shapes of stars. You pretended to know your way around the sky and I played along. There were so many of them, some glowing a faint barely visible light and some burning bright. We belonged under the stars where the sky was our only limit. If anyone could see me now and.

Poetry, free verse, haiku, senryu, photography, books, art, philosophy , nature. Looking for harvest gold rainbows. Reflections in gurgling brooks, streams. Trees preparing to bare their soul. Cascading leaves russet, brown fold. To lay down a carpet of gold. A nip in the air warmness stole. Nature hibernates as I stroll. An old favourite of mine.

The curse of a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind. I lean into the stillness. I embrace the dense cloud cover. It raises a dome of seclusion,. We are cut off from. The rest of the world. I hum to the feeble tune. And walk to the timing. Of redundant traffic lights,. Whose warning is lost on.

Love is ever-present within our own Being but we might not feel it until we live in the Now. Love it Now was created to share ideas about loving and being present in the here and now. Today is all I have.

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Floating thoughts, A place where my beautifully weird thoughts floating around in my mind are posted. Your life maybe under debris and rubles, but one day it will all lift off like kisses and bubless .