I know I am old,
I’ve been here many times.
The old ones are
my brothers and sisters.
Their words speak of my heart.
The young ones are
my brothers and sisters.
The sweetness of their smiles,
expressions of their pure, unspoiled hearts,
Remind me of mine.
Days go by, living free.
Grateful to be here now.
Yet, the yearning to complete
and return home is strong…at times.
The rainy days remind me of, my tears.
The sadness, mourning,
and the pain of lessons.
The sun –
raises me from the depths of the tears.
Coaxing my heart open,
reminds me of the light that I am.
I breathe into another day –
and I watch,
I observe,
and I know I am.
Here.
Now.
Carrie, thank you for sharing such deep and beautiful reflections, ❤
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Carol, your comment means so much to me. Thank you. 💕
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Really beautiful Carrie. 💚💕
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Thank you so much. 💕
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