Newness was arising up, in between night and the light of my day. Vision. My vision, which is throwing a lifeline to me, taking me to the very edge of what I know and then going a little bit further, just a little further. If all that you can imagine is what you see, then your vision becomes too blurry to enter the contemplation.
Oh yes, it's the fresh start of a new day- at waves of color in my dreams
Ever run through a field full of wild daisies? With the sun in your face? With the wind on your cheeks?
Whose heart of stone was left down in the riverbed today? I confess to you, it had me wanting to fling it far and away; for who would want to carry that around all day? I ask you sincerely; are you missing something?
It is so hard to pass up unusual beauty when I see it. "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder" Always. There are times, when, it is not so obvious. There have been moments when I meet a person and over time, they become more and more beautiful, so much that it radiates outward, spilling into my life. If you should be so lucky to find people like that, hold them tight, never let them go.
Flowers. There must always be flowers. This flower is dedicated to #ThursdayGreen #ColorChallenge with @Kalemandra. Always and forever, she colors my day.
Soft and gentle
Appearances can be so misleading
The beauty in your eyes
Embrace the passion
Of petals blooming
Sighing, far into the light
¸.♥´¸.•♥¨) Let the sun shine in on your life
So the joy may touch your soul
(¸.•´♥ (¸.•´ ♥
Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post again and again, I am encouraged by you, for the time you take to visit, comment or even upvote. For all of these reasons, I am eternally grateful. Don't ever forget what a wonderful world we live in, people. Let's hold hands around the globe and make this earth really spin. Some days, it is not as easy to see, how wonderful it really is. Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.
I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
"where does it hurt?"
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