All Over the Map, too

All Over the Map, too - Blogithttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/This is my brain NOT on drugs (OK… maybe a few sedatives at night to shut me down). Sometimes it’s the beauty of nature that inspires me or my never ending spiritual curiosity. And on other occasions it could be an empty coffee cup that triggers a thought. I never know what’s going to spill out onto the page and that’s what keeps me writing. Might as well write it down and make room for more thoughts. Thanks for coming by for a read! It’s your visits that make it all worth while. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00“I thought and pondered - vainly. I felt that blank incapability ofhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/634728invention which is the greatest misery of authorship" ~ Mary Shelley Lament Verse alluding verse Syllables broken and left fallen Thoughts chiseled but not yet fully sculpted Secrets kept locked up and beyond reach Riddles unsolved Songs unsung My pulse and cunning mind dulled by vague..."There are two great days in a person's life -- the day we are born andhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/634619the day we discover why." ~ William Barclay Born Homesick for those I left behind or for those who have left me Yet were I not born with the potential to morn remember, or reminisce I may not be complete Had I not been given both edge and rounded corners sacred hollows and secrets tightly held I...“The most exquisite paradox… as soon as you give it all up, you canhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/634478have it all." ~ Ram Dass Now Morning be it filled with revelation or the quietude of breath alone Be it filled with epiphanies or lapse of memory neither of which overshadows the other it remains a rising Infused with the flood and fury of thoughts tempered or musing in soft unfolding Like the..."Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe" ~ sung by The Hollies buthttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/634369written by Albert Hammond and Mike Hazlewood Air Sent or fallen from the deep and carefully folded sky Bewitched by the slate-blue or the invisible sheen and shimmer I am joined and melded to the fragrance or caught midstream in the bouquet of crisp Beneath that sky which begs and sometimes...“When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?” ~ Bob Dylanhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/634266“Fallen Leaf” – Photography by Lj Maxx Abandoned Amidst the game of pitch and toss hide and seek truth or dare there are words trapped upon our tongues There are beginnings yet started and imposters lurking in the shadows And though we may sometimes be snared and frozen like a fool broken or..."Deep roots are not reached by frost.” ~ J.R.R. Tolkienhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/634131Frost In glorious morning the sounds are deep they slip and slide in peaceful creep The blazing trees in auburn hues their backdrop sky of lifting blue The sun is crisp and holds our gaze and lifts the morning misty haze Frost-tipped grass just lightly bent summons hearts to steep ascent“When I hear somebody sigh, "Life is hard," I am always tempted to ask,http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/634007"compared to what?"" ~ Sidney J. Harris Ride The very nature of heart is to care to yield and to rise and rise again Like a boundless sea each of us embracing the waves of life the mighty surf that runs through us Though sometimes stirred up by the winds of self-doubt and the fierce gusts of...“The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to counthttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/633891our blessings" ~ Eric Hoffer Blessings Heaped are all my winnings none worn out enough to fade to dull some shapeless but clear to the eye Blessings piled high upon my shoulders none too heavy to carry more a feather-like weight lifting and continually gifting Words carved not with blade or...“We live only to discover beauty. All else is a form of waiting.”http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/633776~ Kahil G ibran Wings Dare we disregard dismiss or deny each morsel of beauty that passes or slips into our sight lines Surely it should garner our full attention It creeps not in a loud, decisive tone nor does it march or thunder It sweeps in slow drift and sway upon air fresh and sweet It...“Because there is, there is not, and because there is not, there is.”http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Troosha/633662~ Chuang Tzu Movement Such mystery in our hidden fates in vows broken or vows kept upon faces hidden or marked with charm melting in flames or like Phoenix rising Though sometimes riddled our futures hold both dusk and dawn serenade and scream sand and pearl both flesh and blood Thankful we are...