I am a jigsaw puzzle
Containing of many pieces,
Each one important,
None can be left out
Because they show the whole of what I am.
You can’t dismiss a piece because you don’t like it on me,
It leaves a hole in the picture.

I am happy and sad,
I am shallow and deep,
I am stupid and wise,
I mourn and I celebrate,
I laugh and I cry,
I am gentle and blunt,
I am soft and as hard as a stone,
I am caring and ignorant
I am all of it
It all makes the picture whole
And if you only love part of it
You don’t love me at all,
Because I am who I am,
I am human
I am me

I am impressed

I am touched

I am liking it

I am understanding of it ... :) .. excellent

Nice...

hey you...

absolutely.

Nene

When I try to put you together, Should I start with the corners?

Kidding love,
G.

Always start with the outside, is easiest

nice show of feeling and a good visual as well.

You are heart,expression,
a dancer in the shadows.

Joy on the wing of the dove,
tears of the saddened child.

The love that life needs
to be whole again.

You are unique...


and I see you.

Lee x

All the colours, all the textures, light and shadow, form and line.

You are beautiful and I see you!

So very nice to see you hun, sweet.

Wondering about myself

Sometimes I wonder how I would be as a ship.
Would I withstand the storms of life
To reach silent waters
And my destination of life.
Or would I go under in the slightest winds.
Would my body be strong enough to withstand
The onslaught of high waves.
Would my sails get torn apart
Or take the wind as it comes
To carry me on.

Sometimes I wonder how I would be as a tree.
Would my roots go deep enough
To drink the water deep in the earth
To let my leaves grow green.
And then would my roof give
Shadow and shelter from sun and rain
To those who depend on it.
Would I bear fruit enough
To feed the needy around me.
Or would I crumble to ruin
In the storms of life.

Sometimes I wonder how I would be as a house
Would my foundations and walls
Withstand an earthquake,
Would they protect the ones
That sought shelter inside.
Or would they be weak
And bury all live underneath
When they fall to rubble.
Would I be warm and comfortable inside
Or cold and uninviting.

Sometimes I wonder how I am as a human being.
Am I warm, tolerant, loving
And strong enough.
Am I as good as I could be?
Sometimes I really wonder.

the house
the ship
all these wonders
lifetime cracked
yet, in hand
mixtures healing mortar
one seam at a time
a patch here
daub there


and, wonder no more...

I love the way you express things, Nene

thanks, you...

and, I am happy to see you write.

These are all beautiful and true words...

So inspiring and heartfelt...

Thanks all of you for sharing...

Good company

I like the person I’m talking to,
Know every thought,
Even the secret ones.
And yet, every so often
I discover something new,
Something surprising.


We talk often,
Sometimes more,
Sometimes less.
And sometimes we just fight
Like everybody else.

I wish that there were more of those
That understand whatever is on my mind.
Unfortunately it’s not possible,
Because the person I’m talking to
Is me.