inside where the warmth envelops my soul
the outside is a silvery thread of existence
each passing wind of encounters
and of interactions with others
seem to weave a new thread of cord

where this cord leads I ponder
to emerge within this world
as I know
or into the unkown of the next

I thought by now I should awake
maybe the dormant fears of my own
keep me wrapped in this web
or is....could it...be meant to be?

I continue to rest upon the tree of life
knowing that soon I wil emerge
but where that leads I am not sure
but I am me

and for that I like me...ever changing
ever transforming
ever learning
to keep the threads building

11/16/2006

Posted on 11/17/2006
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