on writing....

when i write, put pen to paper, finger to keys........dream outside a cup of coffee......waiting for the right words, nare do they touch themagic of what i think are my masters...
and then i guess i know its impossible to reach them...sigh, Dharma

see what i mean:
For last years words
Belong to last years language
And next years words await
Another voice
And to make an end
Is to make a beginning
TS Eliot --

Amazing Grace

How sweet it is...
and it is when one feels graced
by all that is peaceful and offering
mere goodness of a day...
i look so forward to times
like this
when i am feeling craddled by
my choices that are now
visiting me in many ways
people
places
things
discoveries...

copyright 12 2 08 Dharma Barbara Rose G