Sunday, September 14, 2008

Poem from Gina

I love the solitary hours of my being
in which my senses drop into the deep,
fingers touching vastness,
aware of its power.

Possibilities

s t r e t c h e d:


like infinity on an unknown plane.
Spirit, undefeated,
moving with the

f


l


o


w



Between light and darkness,
life pushes people,

back



and



forth



In its poverty,
strength plays a marvelous game.


Sans worries,
sans feelings,
a chase of days and dreams -
life goes on, beautiful.