Two twinkling stars

winking carelessly


my sister

and me.

Two cloud faces

smiling down

on us.

Two siblings


tumbling through


night sky,

while two siblings


When will

we follow?

Look to

the sky

look for the

twin sisters


at you.

May it

be me

not Her.

Being left

here alone


too scary

for me.

“A Necessary End”

Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.

  • Act II, scene 2, line 33.
  • Julius Caesar, Shakespeare



Susan died today. We lost touch as so often happened with us, but I thought she would eventually get back in touch and we would talk again. This did not happen.
I feel that the Universe opened and accepted this beautiful soul so full of life, so full of love.
Namaste’ Susan… Run again with the wind.

Originally posted on purpleborough:

Years ago my fathers youngest sister had a beautiful baby girl. She was cute, charming and a little sweetheart, the apple of her father’s eye!

My brother and I, along with other cousins, would tease her older brother that he would have to take her to school with no hair. It took a spell before her beautiful blond hair took root and became the shimmering glow surrounding her face. Back then, her mom would pull it straight up and tie a little ribbon around the few strands; eventually the ribbon would be lost.

She was a decade younger than I, so she would follow us around, making a nuisance of her little self. We said we minded but not really. Everyone would always comment on how cute she was; her clothes were always the best and I think, as the youngest of the grandchildren on my father’s side, the favorite…

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Dare to be Different

Once upon a time there was a little girl who believed that people said what they meant and meant what they said. One moonlight night she went away. She was so tiny and afraid because she felt invisible. No one would miss her. Perhaps she did not laugh enough or perhaps she was so different and no one wanted different.

The grassy fields are still there; they hear her foot steps from time to time; they hear the laughter no one else had ever heard; the music rides the wind as she plays with willful joy; she runs with the deer and hides with the rabbit as the night wears down and the morning light appears. She is invisible.

She sits in the silence. She is invisible. Her soul plays among the clouds and cries with the rain. She sees the people who do not mean what they say nor say what they mean and feels bereft of ever understanding the whys of the earth people because she is too different from them to know what they mean. She has no one to translate the world for her.

She runs with the deer and hides with the rabbit. She is invisible.