again a strong poem...istanbul is very cold:)tolga
Like the poem. It has meaning for me. My mind goes north into the cold, a safe cabin in Canada, even when the rest of me is trapped.
Cannot deal with the cold, whether it's the weather or the heart. Give me warm...every time. Melting-warmth.Never could I believe what was taught--that hell is H O T. For me, hell 'must' be a cold place--no love, is the way I thought and believed.Now, I wonder if there even IS that place, maybe unquenchable, unloved, 'fire of desire' in the burning soul. CERTAINLY, Paradise was/is NOT in Antarctica.Dulce, you write SO well on any topic, cold, hot, happy, or not!Thank you, Sweeter.Love and PEACE!
travel on...leaving home...that is def sad...but in the undiscovered country you never know what adventures you might have...
Like I tell my kids, if you don't find what you're looking for, you can always come home. Poignant and good.
wherever you go, it will be home eventually
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again a strong poem...istanbul is very cold:)
tolga
Like the poem. It has meaning for me. My mind goes north into the cold, a safe cabin in Canada, even when the rest of me is trapped.
Cannot deal with the cold, whether it's the weather or the heart. Give me warm...every time. Melting-warmth.
Never could I believe what was taught--that hell is H O T. For me, hell 'must' be a cold place--no love, is the way I thought and believed.
Now, I wonder if there even IS that place, maybe unquenchable, unloved, 'fire of desire' in the burning soul.
CERTAINLY, Paradise was/is NOT in Antarctica.
Dulce, you write SO well on any topic, cold, hot, happy, or not!
Thank you, Sweeter.
Love and PEACE!
travel on...leaving home...that is def sad...but in the undiscovered country you never know what adventures you might have...
Like I tell my kids, if you don't find what you're looking for, you can always come home.
Poignant and good.
wherever you go, it will be home eventually
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