Where I Come From, What You Say and Think..and to Hell With You

By cnwriter..carolina, 25th Apr 2012 || Short URL http://nut.bz/3pmiznjo/

Each one of us has a tale to tell about ourselves, who we are and how we got to be that. What we cause in others and learning not to let other's words and actions upset us.

• Matters it more to You than Me

EgyptianCarolina

You might question from whence I came
And how I dare to write like this
Place my pictures bold
In front of all upon the web
A process to behold

It matters more to you than me


It takes one strong as I to look into the abyss
And see
And know
How sublime am I
In shape
In form
And all that is of me
A timeless journey 
It has been
Will be
More than the eye can see

Comparisons, odious they Be

What you say or think
Is yours to deal with
Yours to sink
Into despair
Compare
Tell you I do
Comparisons are odious

The Shining Spirit

long ago and far away

A different image I have made
One so beautiful to behold
Neither age
Nor time
Can differentiate

It is the spirit within
Shining brightly through my soul
Making me beautiful to behold

No One but Me

being free

I do not have a lover
Neither a partner now
Dead they are
Gone
And I am free
To be myself
And know who I can be
Beyond the petty thoughts of man

Reflecting on One Self

days long gone..in NYC.

Images of me I see
For seeing a great gift it be
Depending on what there is within
Reflecting on the outer world
In vast degree

Incredible
Multi-dimensional
Beyond all recognition too

Now

No illusions have I now
Time is not kind
No matter what we do 
To keep its ravages away

But brightly I do shine
My loving plain 
To See
To Feel
To Know
And that for me
Most important of all

and so it is...

Musings of a Silly Woman...

By cnwriter..carolina,
Posted in Wikinut

All of us grow old this has to be unless you die young. Aging is a difficult process for some and maybe not for others...depends what goes on in your mind and emotions and how you feel about yourself. But always the divinity, the loving will shine from your eyes for your eyes are windows of the soul...

• Oh dear what can the matter be....
• Keeping on....
• Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
• Knowing who I am....
• credits

Oh dear what can the matter be....

timeless beauty

Sometimes it seems to me there is no room to sing a song and hum a tune
The prickly heat eats at your heart and turns your corpuscles blue instead of red
I sit here and I do write my raison de'etre nowadays 
for you ignoramuses that means reason for being
My words fall on dead ears like the dead leaves on the ground shuffled under foot by heavy boots and stiletto heels

That part inside smiles at all of this the secret part that I do not show to the world

unless my words sometimes display the truth but what is truth
My truth is different to your truth for sure that is why we disagree but sometimes we learn from that at least I do

Keeping on....

once upon a time!!!

I will keep on keeping on as I have done for so long now
So many things experienced so many lessons learned not always easily
But here I am today a better person than I was my loving pretty clear for others to see to share the spirit inside of me In any way I can and this I do

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

in the eye of the beholder

Sometimes they say bad things and do mean things to me and hurt feelings come of this until one day my friend told me what they say and do has nothing to do with you, it is a reflection of what is going on in them 
Such wisdom yes but how often I have heard the saying, beauty is in the eye of the beholder 
Just as is everything else so sigh a sigh of relief for when you know you are good let no man's words make you think differently.

Knowing who I am....

child of God

Meanderings of consciousness they take us here and there and everywhere
What are we but a bag of bones rattling inside a skin that grows old with age and changes oh oh oh
Sometimes we regret we have come so far especially when looking in the mirror and wondering who is looking back but then that is only what is on the outside
Inside it glows the radiance of divinity and through the eyes the soul looks out
At least this part of me I can enjoy and do for I recognize my divinity and know I am a child of God taking wee small steps and sometimes large ones
Enduring all things going past my judgements, letting go of my fears and concerns
travelling the higher ground where divinity is made manifest