what this Full Moon on my Nodes will bring...so far it is quiet and I am relatively calm, sort of dreamy. I want to write a poem but I feel almost too soft (and scattered) to do so.
And a poem....by Sara Teasdale
Longing
I am not sorry for my soul
That it must go unsatisfied,
For it can live a thousand times,
Eternity is deep and wide.
I am not sorry for my soul,
But oh, my body that must go
Back to a little drift of dust
Without the joy it longed to know.
Dena L Moore's Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult...plus tidbits of chatter and disjointed thoughts
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