There comes a time in life...when you feel bliss. Happiness you cannot describe. You want to forgive all the bad things that ever happened to you...hug the people who made you cry...just hug them for what they once meant to you; Like a homage to a once wonderful friendship. Like reconciling with the past...returning to what you were before it happened. Its like coming back to your own bedroom in your parent's house and taking a peaceful sleep. A sleep you haven't had for months. A sleep that you know will ready you for a tomorrow to live in...sleep that gives you the courage to forgive again.
It's like this awful weight has lifted off my chest today. I feel happy again. From within. It's as if you've regained lost courage. It like stepping into sunlight after weeks of rain. It's this wonderful feeling inside me that I'm trying my best to explain. All I can say dearies, if you want to live truly...learn to forgive again.
I'm fond of spaces. Blank pages...empty canvases. Voids. Places I can fill. Places I can question. This is what my blog is about. Questions not necessarily answered and answers not necessarily everyone's idea of a solution.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Friday, June 04, 2010
Quote.
Don't stand beside my grave and weep,
For I'm not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond's glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circle flight,
I am soft stars that shine at night,
Don't stand beside my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.
For I'm not there, I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond's glint on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circle flight,
I am soft stars that shine at night,
Don't stand beside my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.
Melinda Sue Pacho
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