that one there
she looks just like me
is she me?”
Reminds me of a documentary I saw a couple weeks ago about two twin girls who were adopted by separate families. One was adopted in the States while the other was adopted in France. It must be freaky finding a long lost twin you never knew you had, or for any twin, to see yourself but in a different body so to speak. But this could also go much deeper. A little girl who is lost, longing for a family, and sees a girl with a life that she longs to have. A life that she dreamed about so much it almost seems so real that that happy girl could be here. If you dream hard enough it could happen.
open to me
like the heavens
on a rainy day.”
To me it sounds like someone is asking for rain. I don’t like rain. I don’t hate it, I just have to be in the right mood for it. At the same time it sounds like someone who is seeking honesty from another and wants its to be poured upon them like the rains from the heavens. Honesty can be hard to come by, but it shouldn’t be.
on my heart
i felt the ice harden.”
Honesty was not given, but a lie was told. It hurt like all lies do. It weighs heavy on the heart and stays there for both the liar and the one lied to until the honesty is spoken and forgiveness is given. With forgiveness the hurt will melt just as easily as ice under hot water.
through seeing owl
When I read this I think of two things. The first, I have to say, is being able to turn my head all the around just like an owl. I mean how cool would that be. I could see everything without actually having to turn around. The second thing is my best friend Vanya. She loves owls. I’m going to have to find some kind of purple owl some where to get her for Christmas. To bad it can’t be a real purple owl.
my soul recognizes yours. ”
To be honest I don’t sure what the first three words mean or if they mean what the last line says. Going with the last line, it sounds like love binding two together and they are made for each other. They recognized this from the first time they saw each other, but they didn’t want to jinx it or admit it, so they kept quit. But they held on.
shaking off debris
pulling up old roots
baby bird is free.”
I just find it a cute story…but if only one could see an unborn baby like they do a baby bird caught in tree branches.
what do you wager
she was feeling
We all make mistakes and miss judge the going on’s. But one or another we are all faithful. The question is, what are we faithful too?
what do you mean
We all have flaws that we don’t like. We all have something about our body, our looks that we don’t like. And when we find those things we intend to not like who we are. We have to remind ourselves that we are who we are from the day we are born and nothing can change that. We are flawed, but beautifully flawed.