Life as I Know It

African music,
Thai sun,
Brazilian towel,
Australian soul.

French Friends,
Brittish brothers,
Russian sisters,
Australian soul.

German calling,
Irish dreams,
Australian memories,
Heaven-held soul.

I still have my Brazilian towel. It's bright yellow and orange, and HUGE. And it's still sad that "South African" has too many syllables to fit in this nicely. *sigh*.
 

Sane Conversation

It is so tempting to put disclaimers on my scribbles. I'm scared people will 'read into' them. On the other hand, I want people to read into them. Suffice it to say that this one was written a good while ago, but continues to hold truth for me along the way.

Is this what love is Lord?
Maybe.
Love is a choice.

Am I allowed to choose this choice?
Of course.
I just have no right
to demand
anything in return.

Can I hope for it?
Why question
what cannot be avoided?

Should I push it?
No.

It is in your hands Lord.
Give me wisdom
to handle it well?
 

Early Morning, Filipino Waters

The calming sea of sky
Drifts lazily over
            As we slip beneath.
Caught within eternal arms.
Magnificent serenity pours down,
Whispering, murmuring rumours of
A love so vast
            The universe could not contain
            Nor even comprehend it.

And yet, here it is –
In drops of water so fine, so penetrating.

How can I but marvel, but wonder
At this mystery of the ages?
That I, a silly little girl
Can mean life and death
To You?