Just popping in

What is left to write. Everyone has written about everything imaginable under the sun, so what is left. The only thing I know somewhat completely is my life. My life. My stories, my hopes, dreams and fears. I am glad to know that I can make certain statements, but has the control to hold my tongue.

I used to call myself "Piggy Bank Of Secrets". I used to take deposits, never did any withdrawals. Only if that account that reach its limit. That bank is still in operation but I am more selective of my clientile.

i love a poem

We all then I

We all enter into this world
With a knowledge
Of the understanding of this Universe.
Then we all lost that knowledge
Before we understood its purpose.
Now we all search for a knowledge
That we want and need for
Our daily mental survival.
We all know what knowledge we seek.
I seek the knowledge to know
What to cry over,
What to worry over,
What is truly important for life.
I seek this knowledge everywhere I am.
My eyes searched the bluest and grey skies.
I have read the clouds like the words
In my treasured books.
I have held the stem of a leaf
Between my fingers
And felt the water run down my hands.
I seek for this everyday
While the breeze blow at the trees.
I have faith that I will
Find the knowledge I seek.
I have the faith that we all will.