Here I stand with a mirror,
Can I stand any nearer.
Here I stand for those who see,
In the mirror of the free.

Free to stop and to gaze,
On a moor that’s filled with haze.
But I stop and see the wild,
At the past as was a child.

Children do not look for long,
In this mirror is a song.
It sings of life in back of me,
From a time that I can see.

Seen from where a place I stand,
Of a life upon the land.
It was plenty, it was life,
It was filled with hate and strife.

Now I look from past to future,
In this mirror I will nurture.
I will feed the heart I found,
That was picked up of the ground.

I can see the life for me,
As I see it filled with glee.
Closer now I place my mirror,
Now I see them so much clearer.

Clearer now these things to be,
From a past that frightened me.
When I look my life gets clearer,
As I gaze into my mirror

Mirrors are truly incredible. Are they magic?



G

I have traveled many miles in search of that elusive place we call home. I found my heart here at JSH and share it with those who helped me to do so.
This list is as long as the miles I have traveled. Just remember Home is Where the Heart is!!!

Home is where the heart is,
Seldom people see this.
Home is where the soul is,
Seldom people feel this.

Home is where I live now,
Seldom people can see how.
Home is where the souls give,
Seldom people feel, live.

Home is where the heart grows,
Home is where the soul knows.
Home is where some people grow,
Home is where some people know.

Growing from a single strand,
Grown from once a single land.
Growing from a single seed,
Grown from once a single deed.

Knowing from where I come,
Land of some forgotten sun.
Knowing where I soon will be,
Held within a fateful tree.

As the limbs spread far and wide,
To the ground I fall and hide.
Like a single seed you see,
I will soon become a tree.

As I feel the aches and pains,
I soon to will feel the gains.
When this tree is brought to life,
I’ll have given a new life.

To the saying that we see,
Hanging out there in the tree.
Feel the words deep from the start,
Home is where I keep my heart.

I thank you all for reading the thoughts in ones mind.



G

It seems a simple word or two brings out the best in some and the life still lives in your words JT.



G

Its nice to see you once again Jen, I wish I had more time to come around and see all these pages have to offer.



G

A Mystical Dance indeed.



G

I hear your breath in my ear,
I feel the warmth of you near.
I hold the key of my soul,
I give you all is my goal.

I hear the warmth of your smile,
I feel the sound every mile,
I hold the depth of my dreams
I give you that it means.

I hear the key to my heart,
I feel unlocking my part,
I hold the warmth of your key,
I give you more than you see.

I whisper in reason,
I see a new coming season.
I speak in whispers you see,
I feel you so close to me.

I whisper in dreams,
I see the depth of the screams.
I speak louder today,
I feel more each passing day.

I whisper and say,
I see it each passing day
I speak through the miles,
I feel the depth of your smiles.

Feel this whisper,
It blows like the wind.
It travels each day,
This love it will blend

Feel like the wind,
A whisper in time
Feel my heart beating,
Forever in rhyme.

To give you my all,
To love you my goal.
To give you this key,
To my heart and soul.

To feel the warmth,
To breathe in your ear.
To whisper each morning,
I love you my dear.

Nice to see you again, it is always a joy to fall into your writing.


G

It blows many notes, and as its music grows so does its many melodies.



G

3 mos 17 days, and to be honest I wish it were sooner. Like many I said never again, however finding a dream from the past did change everything. Now I look forward to my future.

I have moved many times searching for home, now Home is where my heart is, and we know its in someone elses hands for a very long time. I don't think she will ever let it go.

G

Its nice to visit from time to time.

G

G

The long since forgotten past seems to be a guide to the future. It seems to show itself whenever it feels like it. The reminders of dreams long ago forgotten come to life in the present. The haunting of past dreams comes to existence in the present. Often they disguise themselves in meticulous detail, while at other times they hide themselves in mundane chores.

All too often I find myself looking deeper into the past in an attempt to see things of the future. I look for some clue as detective to solve the mystery that comes before me. I listen to the stories told of olden times and it seems as though I could have been who the story foretold. I see how the words I use are used and can see how easy it would be to be someone from the past. I feel I am here for a reason yet at the same time I do not even exist in this time stream. I strive to understand the workings of the powers unseen, and I feel that the rewards given are bits of larger rewards yet unknown.

How do we know we are not part of a Matix? Are we part of a puzzle yet to be divided into the smaller pieces? Who designed this puzzle we call life?

I hear religion is one of the biggest lies ever told. Is this true? Is there a place upon this earth that is a storehouse of information that is not a lie?

Did the designer of this world give us free will to create corruption and deceit?

I wonder if there truly is someone who can honestly represent my feelings or concerns without having ulterior motives.

O=====O What does this represent? Is it the ultimate design? Maybe it is just some scribbling. Maybe it is part of the greater picture that only those who understand my ramblings could understand.

Once a time so long ago,
I spoke a word that some will know.
Those who seek the word I speak,
Quiet is the road we seek.

Walk along this road with me,
I will live to be set free.
One day soon dreams from the past,
Will come true down to the last.

Seek the dreams of life in peace,
War and strife will have no piece.
Of the life that I will know,
Once a dream so long ago.

As I wonder was I born of this age,
As I turn another page.
As I watch this book grow old,
As I see of things foretold

Only one with true sight could see thines eyes, it is great to you again.



G

Thank you for reading. I don't have much time for writing lately but I still try to scribble from time to time.



G

It seems you are still chasing your dreams. I am soooooooo glad to see it.

G

Hold my hand in the morning,
Hold my hand in the night,
Hold my hand when you see me,
Alone we stand into the light.

I will watch for a smile,
Looking for it everywhere,
I will look for this smile,
For this love we will share.


These words have long been in the back of my mind. They came forth a while back and nothing else could mean more to me today. A song keeps running through my mind and I am unable to know how many letters I have written.

Do I write more each day?

Why do I continue to see these letters in my dreams? They seem to haunt me with omens, I can see them yet I am unable to change the outcome even though I know what is going to happen. I watch for the signs of danger and yet still know that whatever I do it still occurs as it has been written.

There is no satisfaction in knowing the great times to come, I continue to dwell on the past and look towards the future with open arms. Knowing one day the letter written long ago while I was only a new teen will come to pass. This of all the letters I have written is the most important to me. It is a letter of life, it is a letter of hope, it is a letter only dreams are made of. Written from my future to an adolesant child, to let me know that love does exist, and to remind me there is more to life than is on the surface.

I thank the ones responsible for allowing me to read these letters. I thank the ones who passed this legacy on to me. The gifts of love, patience, honesty were only a few of life’s lessons I was taught before learning how to live. These gifts freely given to me to pass on to those I call friends and family, these gifts from the ones who brought me into this world by an act of love.

Father, you are always in my mind, Mother you have always guided me, Brother you have been my example, and Sisters you trusted me to be myself. Friends you have given me a shoulder to lean on in times of crisis. All of you have taught me who I am, and in so doing, know you have given me something I can never repay.

I honor the letters from the future, and see the past that is left behind.

Can you see the letters that have been sent to you?

They will guide you, they will support every decision, and they will be the future we all dream for.

In the letters I see of life,
Long ago they spoke of strife.
Now I see these letters are free,
Sent to those who read like me.

When you hold that letter within,
Soon the love of life begins.
Hold inside this letter you see,
It will set our hearts free.

G