what on earth am i
a physical form breathing
on a speck of dust
.
with a million zillion
others
floating
in silent space
.
at incredible speeds
.
that could rip
your face
off
.
like empty
.
space
songs of samsara
what on earth am i
a physical form breathing
on a speck of dust
.
with a million zillion
others
floating
in silent space
.
at incredible speeds
.
that could rip
your face
off
.
like empty
.
space
Sandy, Grandkids have returned. I still have low energy and find everything overwhelming–even writing YOU, which is something I enjoy and miss–so I need to do what little I’m able.
I like this simple poem of yours, and when I feel the energy I will try to respond to all the poems sitting in my mailbox, stuff you’ve written. My pleasure, indeed.
You’ve been quiet for a while and I hope that means life is engaging with you in a positive way. More from me soon, I hope. Peter
Take your time Peter… my energy level is probably the lowest it’s ever been..I drink lots of coke, but maybe I should try snorting it … haha…
Lots of crazy stuff going on the past few weeks… I can only handle one day at a time . It takes me weeks… which I could accomplish in a day when my energy levels were high…
I appreciate you Peter 💗
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