i am lost in this labyrinth
of past and future
standing here on the brink
of lakes and bonfires
sidewalks and fumes
sucking in a mirage of smoke
on this unstable barge of home
the contents of my life
strewn about in bags and barns
on the banks of a raging river
that swamps my island
pulling at my spirit
towards a vast ocean of uncertainty
where emotions are blocked
and dull tears stream as
worthless currents of salt
swamping an abstracted dislocated soul
standing at the tide of hope
as around and around
the eddy flows
and grief is washed
of guilt and fear
I am on my knees
praying for an end
to this dark night
The Temenos Journal 
I am sure your prayers will fly upward and reveal your life at a macro level, where you can regroup :)
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here’s hoping
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Just to let you know I have nominated you for an award on my blog http://no1queenie.wordpress.com/2013/03/12/and-the-award-goes-to/
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Thank you ;-) I’ve got some catch up on awards to do. I appreciate the nomination.
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Tears are never worthless
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no, but anything in excess loses its resale value ;-)
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this is stunningly beautiful. I have many of these moments in the past months.
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I love how your poem ends in prayer, Paula. That is the Light. {{{Hugs}}} Kozo
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Ive learned that you have to ask for the things you desire…it makes them real…makes them tangible, elements of possibility
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Big hugs to you! Your poem is lovely and sad. Things are going to get better for you, you’re just in a bit of limbo with your current situation.
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…poetry helps to work out those random articles of crap that swirl…it purges the bad, to make room for the good
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Reblogged this on knocked over by a feather and commented:
This poem is beautiful.
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:)
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