About Michaela

I am a wanderer and a wonderer, like you are. I love our journey and to walk in the company of friends – to learn, experience, share, laugh, cry and above all I simply love this marvelous, magical, mysterious life. I have no plan (cannot believe I am saying this) and my only intention is to be truthful to myself and others.

It is…

in loving

Not so long ago, I gave these words to a woman who complained about her husband. He would not do this, he would not do that and all in all he was just self-absorbed, egotistical and unable to attend to her needs.  The question I asked her to contemplate:

” Do you treat him the way you expect him to treat you ?”

She turned around….

Text: © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved;

Squareprise

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What is in a square ?

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I love the square haiku format

The Field-Cover

Click on the picture and be surprised…

Come to me

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COME TO ME
by justme

It is within this emptiness I live.
It is within these tears I thrive.
It is within this nothingness I sleep and it is within this sleep I die.

Come to me all ye who are of haste,
lay your head gently upon my breast….
For the darkness that overshadows you,
is but the stone upon your face.
Take the stone, oblige the weight,
one foot forward, await thy fate.
Silent is the moon, the stars shout not either.
Quiet is the rivers, the sea a constant giver.

Credits: poem ©justme; Image @ CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

Black Cats

Can’t you see ?

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Who am I ?

Cant you hear

 

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It is the silent, the quiet in me.

This quote is based on the ” A little prayer” by justme

Like a memory

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Like a memory being recalled, a memory of peaceful, fulfilled existence

 

 

I see you every day

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SIMPLE REALLY
by justme

I hear your noise but I just can’t see

I sense your anger, but it wont stay with me

I see your pain, it’s written on your face

It’s all in vain, but not within this quiet place.

I understand you think it’s them, not you

I sense why, to you, that feels, oh so true.

I see the baggage, you never asked, to collect

I feel your sense of hurt, and one, of no respect

I know you think, if only this, or that, or if

I have seen you stand on the edge, of a deathly cliff

I see your tears, and hear your cries for help

I know you have read, the book of life and little self

I see, your growing very tired and weary son

I seen you try to add, to cover, to have some fun

I see you everyday,

I seen you every way.

I seen you in the street.

I see you, yet we never meet.

If all you wish is just to be alive and free.

Then look up, across, in front and you will see

An amazing thing that simple but it’s true

We are all here, and there’s no difference between me or you.

Credits: poem ©justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved

Black Cats

…she slips home

From a soul that must

This postcard is based on the poem-prayer: “From a soul that must ” by justme.