Sojourner's Cerebrations

just another sojourner... these feet are not my own, these hands are merely just on loan, they were made to be used and make love known, a fruit of a seed once long ago sown... and though the sojourner carries on as the wind is blown, she knows that she's never ever ever alone.

Friday, May 05, 2006

beautiful mystery, beautiful truth.
cherish this treasure, treause these days.

Though they mayn't to the mind, make very much sense.
Spare not a second...

Drink up the moment though... with cautiousness.

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