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seabhac
seabhac
May 05, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

I am but one grain

  Threads of understanding nowThe red line goes within my bodyBlood carries hormonal messagesLike the ocean in surge and withdrawalThe sands are defencelessTo the crashing tide aboveClawing in its undulating movementAgainst single grains that cannot hold it.I am but one grainHow can I hold fast against such tide?I finally let go and let the fingersTake me where they will.
— seabhac, May 05, 2010

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Seren

Seren

16 years 1 month ago

Dear Liz

There is an ethereal beauty in this one and its beautifully done ... bravo love and big hugs JayCee x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 1 month ago

Hi Jayne

thanks for the visit and comment as always Hormonal ageing...we are without many defences as we get older and are washed with the tide of all it brings. Seabhac
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 1 month ago

Hello Loved

Thank you this has seemed to touch that cord in all women. Seabhac
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 1 month ago

Beautiful letting go….

Beautiful letting go.... L'chaim! ~A "The plain man is familiar with blindness and deafness, and knows from his everyday experience that the look of things is influenced by his senses, but it never occurs to him to regard the whole world as a creation of his senses." ~ Ernst Mach
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 1 month ago

Anni

Letting go to the tide of time is the hardest release I have so far faced and I thought love was difficult! Seabhac
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magics02

16 years 1 month ago

Seab

I like this one you did it's message resonates in me also. This part says it all here for me that is: Like the ocean in surge and withdrawal Kudos gal Mona TIME well spent is TIME well lived