Serendipitous coincidences

We are but seeds of thought falling through our lives randomly bumping into, going though, being loved and loving, being crushed and rising, all the while the chain links adding up to the sum of our being now still to change some more, ever adding to, subtracting from, our whole until we become one with everyone and grow where we did come from. Annuccia

I have decided just to read the new, it is taking too long to catch up with everyones past writes. How are you and sorry I have missed out on your poems in this past couple of weeks. My loss for sure, but from here on in, when I am able to get on, I am only going to read those posted that day, I can always go back in time at a later date. I just hate missing out. Any way, Longo, I see you are still a master and this one is a little deep, I feel that as I read. I think it is written well and the content is liken that to a dream and you have such a way of expressing with poetry. Well done and catch up later. Love Lyz, XX