Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

A place to belong















A place to belong...
'Tis heaven's song

When asked to go
Make sure you know

That in your haste
You leave no waste

And love abides in every space.

20 comments:

  1. Or you can stay
    To pave the way.

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  2. What a cute poem, Dixie....and so thoughtful. Jo has an interesting twist at the end.

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  3. So what your saying
    With the groundwork laying
    Is whether yellow or brown
    I should flush the waste down?

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    1. WOW!... yeah... well
      pretty much
      and such.

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    1. Bazza - I'm taking that as a compliment.

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    1. You gotta know when to hold 'em,
      Know when to fold 'em,
      Know when to walk away,
      And know when to run.
      Basically?

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  6. Yes, that's definitely heaven's song. Beautiful!

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    1. Thank you for the compliment, Tyrean! I hope you've had a great week.

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  7. Few words maybe but very true. Wonderful Dixie.

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    1. Yvonne, especially if you're me and the words stop almost as soon as they start. (smile). That's a compliment from you. Thank you!!

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  8. Beautiful capture to go with beautiful words ~ love it!

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