When I’m spinning,
the records swirling,
the beats flowing,
my heart, on my sleeve, is showing.
When I’m writing,
the characters developing,
the words dropping,
my soul, there for all to see, I am baring.
When I’m reading,
the characters to life are springing,
the world within I am seeing,
my thoughts, committed and caring, I am not sparing.
When I’m playing,
my muscles and joints aching,
my senses firing and nerves tingling,
my body, thrown about, I am sacrificing.
In everything I am doing,
from sunrise to when it is setting,
some piece of myself I am always giving,
planning, caring, gaming, loving.
Meraki, now that’s the key.
Rara has again inspired me with one of her Prompts for the promptless:
Wednesday, March 20, 2013