My OperaWhoa
Monday, January 28, 2008 2:34:45 AM
Every now and then...You see.
~ ~ ~ ~ Perhaps it is by chance.
Perhaps you make the chance.
Perhaps there is no chance.
But there sure the hell is something.
Layered.
Embellished.
Inquisitive.
Humbling.
There comes a time in which you have a quasi-devine realization...that there may not be sufficient answers to your haunting questions. Better still. What a rush to discover that's part of the magic.
Happenstance can arouse an inner you heretofore unknown.
Did you navigate into the crosshairs...or did you release and free yourself there?
MindVariety # Tuesday, January 29, 2008 1:19:27 AM
the contradictions of philosophers,
the rebellion of the zeitgeist,
famine him, so he asks,
"is that what it is?"
Yes. it is what it is
and
it
rises.
It MAY even feel.
Olivia Dawnisis506 # Sunday, October 26, 2008 12:53:53 AM
Freedom is being who you are
Using your gifts, whatever they are
Freedom is cherishing something or someone
which is a song. Cherish.
Freedom can be seen at night in the stars
In the day, in the sky with birds and clouds
and sunshine rising and then finally setting.
Freedom can be seen on a childs lips when they smile.
MarkCytoMark # Sunday, October 26, 2008 1:16:45 AM