a poets dilemma

... resurrect the dawn... nicely done... provoking

I'm too old and tired to resurrect anything. Lol.
Thank you LilDragonFly.


hugs,
buddhakitty

Close your eyes and imagine them. xo

I can try, but my imagination often takes a left turn on a right sided street.
Peace to you and yours.


hug,
buddhakitty.

you fall in love with the darkness entertaining dreams until you soul can once again raise the light 💕

I believe a poet cannot long live without sunsets to mark the march of heartbeats brought on by such beauty
Thank you, my dear crimsin.


hugs and many beautiful sunsets to you,
buddhakitty

I feel now in a spacetime.. that’s resonating in this pitch blackness you say about .. in suchness, one becomes such too i feel… but, the bigger thing is that this sacred motherly darkness holding the light even.. darkness is there in all n there is a need for it too sure .. ur minimalism is mind blowing each time dear poet xx

In the end darkness seems to always be the victor
Many thanks for your beautiful thoughts, uma.

.hugs,
buddhakitty  

If someone didn't name them, would they still be sunsets.
If they go,they go.....that's the way it is.

Going is the way of all things, named or nameless.



hugs,
buddhakitty  

That's when we know it's time to permanently close our eyes.

That's it exactly,  wally.
The darkness feeds on the souls of poets


hugs,
buddhakitty.

Deeply appreciated, Rianne.


hugs,
buddhakitty

Dear BK,

I sure wish I knew. While nothing is meant to last forever, the darkness that overtakes the heart seems hopeless. Great write, tough query. H🌷

Thank you, Honoria.  Your words are greatly appreciated  


hugs,
buddhakitty.