Directions. Thoughts. Ideas. Wishes.
A place to be.
A place to leave.
A place to flourish.
The chair is in its 5th color life. A hue with the destination reached vibe, stay here, be here, leave and flourish here.
Moving is good for the soul,
Makes the muscles smile and the attitude fresh.
Guessing.
Life eroding into dust to dust,
we must live this way the closer we are
to knowing the years are not going
to be forever.
It makes no sense to me that as intelligent
beings, we haven't found a way to
continue in the flesh.
I know I am too old to entertain
activities I might have done in my younger years.
Sky diving, for example, even tandem,
could mean months of physical therapy.
I will never run a marathon
or be a pearl diver.
Meh.
I say, meh.
I am a good dreamer.
This is not a poem. btw.
Bloggers center posts.
This is a center post.
for some random thoughts
I reflect on.
