….and we attract our own and through the constant or through that which we will someday know as the ultimate illusion of time and mind, these life sources, for us, shall be forever our companions and together we shall always hold each other’s hands and be closer than breathing, nearer than hands and feet.
Credits: writing © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved
This picture shows the poem ” Perfect” by justme
Yet you know, you feel, I am here
It’s only if you do not trust me
It is this I fear.
Yet not.
For I know my love for sure
I am here
The above is a quote from the poem ” I AM HERE” by justme.
Credits: poem © justme; Image; © CatrinPhoto .All rights reserved
Perceived by the questioning man upon a silent moment, or by the surrendered afflicted soul, it stares upon and waits the timelessness, when a million missed moments are overcome, it appears as a perfect uncompromising idea, to which the beholder announces to the universe the words ” today I dreamed a dream I once before had dreamed, I dream it still “. The universe in reply, thunders ” holder of the secret source, your belief, your dream, shall be your Gods perfect will, so choose your thought, so choose your destiny”…. and then it was so.
Does the perfect relationship come from the unity of all things, is the struggle of humanity to find consolation within relationships a cry for the perfect, a desire for the unseen, the human scene merely an imperfect circle reflecting upon a perfect spiritual being, already connected to everyone, so connected there is no other, just one?
Credits: writing: ©justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved
“When nothing was needed and fulfillment was not known”
This quote is also available as a meditation
Credits: Quote © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved.
“Art is art, everything else is everything else”
Credits: quote © jsutme; Image © Catrinphoto; all rights reserved
“The symphony crescendos and continues unheeded”
Credits: poem© justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved
Credits: Poem © justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved
“Yet to my silent tune the clouds they move, they cry they dance.”
Credits: poem© justme; Image © CatrinPhoto; All rights reserved
Just Poems 