I keep trying to discover the foundation I stand on, this “thing” you wrote is making my heart feel free to be tethered to itself, my soul to be a random thought at a random moment - or the total absence of thought. Thank you so much for your offerings - the ‘things’ you write tend to show me to the wind and guide my thoughts to the spirit of wisdom and allow me to realize complete ignorance of the ‘official’ definitions of ‘proper’ is something to cultivate. I grow with each thing I question and ponder. I would go on with the ramble forever, but …. I have ………
My map, that I thought at one time had unbreakable borders, turns out to have infinite edges... I love exploring it! Your poetry opens up pieces that I never knew were there. Thank you!!
Oh, John! This is amazing, and that is too limited a definition! I don’t know where to begin following this “map” that disappears as the ink dries. Isn’t that just how we are? Our “maps” are so temporary, only momentary, really.
I keep trying to discover the foundation I stand on, this “thing” you wrote is making my heart feel free to be tethered to itself, my soul to be a random thought at a random moment - or the total absence of thought. Thank you so much for your offerings - the ‘things’ you write tend to show me to the wind and guide my thoughts to the spirit of wisdom and allow me to realize complete ignorance of the ‘official’ definitions of ‘proper’ is something to cultivate. I grow with each thing I question and ponder. I would go on with the ramble forever, but …. I have ………
This is wonderful! ❤️
the mountains inside of me
put on roller skates and refuse
to be caught in the same place twice.
What a spectacular image! 💜
The only God that matters is the God within ourselves—
The energy of the universe and the light within
But I know you know that, my friend.
Thank you for sharing your life with everyone.
My map, that I thought at one time had unbreakable borders, turns out to have infinite edges... I love exploring it! Your poetry opens up pieces that I never knew were there. Thank you!!
Oh, John! This is amazing, and that is too limited a definition! I don’t know where to begin following this “map” that disappears as the ink dries. Isn’t that just how we are? Our “maps” are so temporary, only momentary, really.