Do you...
remember the times we shared?
still love me? (Did you ever love me?)
cherish our stolen moments?
miss my smell, my taste, my touch?
regret the way things ended?
feel a tingle every time you see or hear my name?
wish we could go back to the way things were?
ever long to see my face?
ever think about me?
ever wish things were different?
ever write poetry for me?
ever wonder where I am and what I'm doing?
ever imagine what our lives would be like together?
know how much you mean to me?
know how hard it is to let you go?
Of course you don't. But I do.
iNi
used to write love poems for you... but not anymore.
NadYa Dee
p.s. this is post # 100. It took me 2 1/2 years to get here. Clap Mi!!!
Our Deepest Fear by Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously
give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others."
YooHoo... Over Here!!!
Could I be any idler? wonders never cease and pigs do fly...so buckle up and enjoy the ride...
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