In the Place that I sit
In the Rooms that I Feel
In the Time and the Place
Where lucid is Real
In the Place that I Step
Going backwards and behind
In the Place that Cross's my Mind
I move Forward
But then fall back
I lose Faith
And lose track........
In the Place that I sit
nothing seems Real
In the Place that I sit
Is the Place that I Feel
in the Place that I sit
Will my Dreams become Real?
Poem written by Rhi (Barbara R.) Dec.ember 2006
Illustration by Connie Seabourn, from the book "Rainbow Spirit Journeys" by Wolf Moondance
2 comments:
Rhi lovely to hear from you. This poem is so wistful. I hope it is only the winter weather. So glad you got a blog going again. Hope 2007 will be a really great year. I have been too busy to keep up my blog but have started posting again today. (Part of my New Year resolutions ;o) Frances
I hope you can sit and find your path and get on the track you need again.
big huggssss
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