“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
― Anaïs Nin
― Anaïs Nin
christmas 2007 (Photo credit: paparutzi)
you sit quietly with your tea
smiling in your thoughts
you sit quietly with your tea
gently…only you…holding the key
the deep in your eyes
carries you to a place beyond
the deep in your eyes
carries your inner song
playfully you smile
designing beauty within
playfully you smile
as your ideas spin
love permeates your being
as you dance and whirl
in a seamless dream
creating a lovely pearl
Footprints of Thoughts 