
The Journey (A Work in Progress)
by
Baeldorn
I am stone.
I am that which was warm made cold.
I am buried deep, hibernating.
I am waiting for the right time to return.
I am the seed, slowly germinating.
I am the eternal flame, forever to burn.
I am the ice that freezes the veins.
I am time that petrifies wood.
I am clouds that hold the rains.
I am thoughts that wish they could.
I am the mud that is oozing.
I am quiet thunder that is rolling.
I am the chance for choosing.
I am the bell that is tolling.
I am the oasis in an endless sea of sand.
I am the lonesome howl of the wolf.
I am a drop of water on dry land.
I am a bone, course and rough.
I am the heart pricked by a thorn.
I am confusion of conversation.
I am a dragon slain by scorn.
I am the bullseye of frustration.
I am healing water flowing.
I am the comfort of mild heat.
I am the peaceful night when snowing.
I am a loving heart, forever to beat.
I am frozen skin, chilled and numb.
I am the apathy of a vacuum.
I am the cold feeling, willing to succumb.
I am the death of affection, given to doom.
I am a shapeshifter.
I feel the pain and transform.
I hurt from within and shine without.
I am the ever-winding wyrm.
And the journey goes on...

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How Lonely is the Path
by
Baeldorn
How lonely is the path that takes us to the end of our journey?
What company does one keep while on that winding road?
To seek truth is to keep learning.
To find all the answers deceives our souls.
Many things we are shown,
But too few do we see.
Our eyes will only be opened
When we acknowledge that our spirits are free.
Spiritual freedom allows our guides to bring us tranquility.
They whisper, "Let go the reigns and let us lead."
"Trust the process and our ability."
"Allow us to plant our beautiful seed."
Aho.
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Do have a very good day BBPrepare their vessels to sail to leave the island forever.
Only love has decided to wait until the last chwili.Gdy remained only a tiny patch of trace
- Love asked for help.
First podplynelo richness on your luxury yacht.
Love asked a:
Wealth, and you can save me?
Unfortunately, I nie.Poklad full of gold, silver, and there have already kosztownosci.Nie space for ciebie.-richness responded.
The second came alongside his four-Pride.
-Pride take me with you!-She asked for love.
Unfortunately I can not you proud to!
On my ship everything is in order, and you could you spoil me ...- replied pride and pride rose beautiful sails.
Rotten to the boat they came Grief.
-Grief, take me with thee!-Invited Love,
Oh, Love, I am so sad that wants to remain the same
Grief and sadly said, paddled into the distance.
Good humor swam next to love, without noticing it, because I was so rozbawiny that not even heard cries for help.
It seemed that Love will perish forever in the depths of the ocean ...
Love suddenly heard the words:
-Come on! Zabiore you to each other!-Starzec.Milosc stranger said was so happy and so grateful for the saving of life, completely forgotten ask who is the savior.
Love very wanted to know who is this mysterious man.
Zwrocial for advice Knowledge.
-Bundle me please, who saved me?
-It was Czas.-Knowledge answered.
-Time? - Surprised Milosc.-time helped me Why?
Only time understands how important feeling in every person's life is Love.
"Answered Knowledge.
On the threshold of my soul
Far the closest friend
My heart is simply wzruszy
Infusion of black coffee with milk
You place your hot-alarm again
How then - except the age
Nothing is more important
We dream osnuwać
Air fragrant coffee
I pluck the flowers of hope
On our friendship meadow
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