Love whispers
wait
hope
try
try
don’t think
hope
wait
try
Knowledge laughs
Wisdom aches
As Love whispers
wait
There’s fierce; there’s mean
There’s proud; there’s vain
There’s last love; there’s a love
There’s stark; there’s harsh
There’s then; there’s now
The weak winter sun rises ands sets
On the quiet paths of perception and the sidewalks of questions
New year. New goals. New commitments. New blog.
Expanding horizons: I’m no photographer, but I have a little Canon PowerShot S100 that Mark suggested I purchase. Words and pictures. I’m accustomed to words. Words and I have a long, fruitful history. Pictures? I love and admire them as a spectator. I want to get in the arena or at least get a better seat.
Usually, I begin journeys with a certain amount of fanfare. I’m keeping this quiet.
Anyway … here’s to a fantastic 2013 filled with love, passion, health, goodwill. Thanks for visiting.
Sappho Rising 