Every morning when me wake up,
Right before I put on my make-up
I say a little prayer for you…
Can people sense what you’re feeling about them, even when they don’t really know?
Or do people come into your life and say or do something or not, for a reason?
I’d like to believe Richard Bach and say that there is no such thing as coincidence.
Yet, probably that’s the weak human need for control (or an illusion of it) in a world that I do not understand. There I go rationalizing again…just when I promised myself that I wouldn’t complicate things. KISS…keep it simple, silly gal!
Words are flowing like the rain into a paper cup
They tumble while they slither away
Across the universe
Pools of laughter, shades of joy
Are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me
Jai Guru Deva….OM
Which reminds me again of somebody whose favorite word is OM.
You flow away from me
You dance right back to me
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon