Countless lines drawn in the sand
impossibly thin and barely seen,
some show how far you may go
some, where you have been.
Not warnings are they,
should you need,
on overstepping boundaries
for personal gain or human greed.
Countless lines drawn in the sand,
who drew them long eons past?
Surely they were put in place,
to keep certain knowledge
within our grasp?
Posted in Avarice, Awareness, Balance, Choice, Greed, Hints, Humanity, Interpretation, Knowledge, Learning, Poem, Progress, Questioning, Warning
Tagged Avarice, Awareness, Choice, Greed, Growth, Interpretation, Knowledge, Learning, Poem, Progress, Questioning
A hand to hold,
a hand to care,
a helping hand is there.
Certainly it means so much
when a hand is imbued
with true loves
Posted in Caring, Connections, Hand, Interpretation, Love, Poem, Touch
Tagged Caring, Connections, Hand, Interpretation, Love, Poem, Touch
I’m climbing a mountain,
my whole life a spur to the top.
At the moment it feels slow going
I’m afraid to slowdown and stop.
Looking back I see many detours,
mistaken when faith grew weak.
When the way seemed easier,
or so I thought, until the
trail led me back to seek,
the true path to the crown,
to the summit, where every
breath is now thin and frail.
Reaching the pinnacle of life’s
desire, to achieve flight, not to
plummet and thereby fail.
Posted in About Life..., Achievements, Choice, Growth, Identity, Interpretation, Realisation, Self Knowledge, Soul Searching, Thoughts, Transformation
Tagged Achievements, Choice, Growth, Identity, Interpretation, Knowledge, Learning, Life, Life Changes, self knowledge, Soul Searching
overcome by sadness
when there’s no real reason why
sometimes the tears start falling,
nothing happened to make you cry.
Somewhere deep down inside
as if a switch clicks off then on,
the emotional time passes away
sadness and tears, both are gone
maybe dark thoughts had taken hold
without you ever knowing why,
a distant memory,
you smile, you continue..
and yet you sigh.
LadyP © 2010
‘tis an old one, but one which still pulls, for the feelings return and ebb like the tides, forever in the thrall of the Moon…
Posted in Emotion, Human Nature, Interpretation, Reflecting, Sadness, Self Knowledge, Soul Searching, Tears, Thoughts
Tagged Emotions, Interpretation, Sadness, Tears. Self Knowledge, Thoughts
begging to stay
a hand outstretched
unable to hold on, as
the hand, the dream,
and you are gone…