Wonderful simplicities are a means to keep the soul alive. I continue to exist year after year, as the mind and soul continues on the journey to where it belongs; the locality eludes me still. I plant and tend to life’s garden, at this old age I reach for impossible dreams. I ask that my mind seek what it envisions, look beyond all of the tomorrows. I try to drink in the aromas of life hoping it will bring back memories that were born of my youth. Maybe I was too blind to see the abuse, the lack of love, passed from abuser to abuser. Maybe my Soul is dead and I do not know it.
Love and Peace