Our Threads are worn. Our Hearts are warm and our Toes are sore.
Our Minds at best feel like crusty bread. Fingers are stiff while our
Eyes seem so dim.
Lips are lined and our Chins in decline.
Yet, there is something smooth, calm and at peace from deep within.
One sits like a sun-glazed lake with mirrors of reflections that project
pleasure to all that sits within her presences.
Yes, she has a knowing of bliss while acquainted with grief. A hope of
always being while sitting still with a full view that flickers and glistens.
O my Soul is filled with Joy that never has an empty moment because its
Springs are flowing from The Source!