Seldom They Are
Seldom they are but so desperately wanted these moments of calm quiet that linger ever on in a horizon of longing where just beyond my fingertips is a rest luring me to its presence where all else is still, all anguish is languished and like a lover’s arms, repose is omnipresent and omnipotent, never hurried or rushed, all encompassing and all that is needed to melt away the bothersome burdens bestowed upon my living moments of being and becoming, changing and restructuring, learning and relying on my knowledge attained through trial and error, observation and applying, shaping and reshaping my perceptions of persevering the many facets of being alive. Knowing that as I have grown I have been both amazed and bewildered throughout the avenues of all areas concerning the emotional stratospheres of the world around me while at the same time remain an individual who like all other persons can only understand through my own life’s perspective. For as is with all learning I can on...