Crossing…
Many rivers to Cross
And it’s only my will that keeps me alive
I ‘ve been licked, washed up for years
And I merely Survive because of my pride
Many rivers to Cross……
~~ Jimmy Cliff
Posts tagged “survive”
Recent Posts
- Stillness . . .
- Pure Ecstasy…
- Stories Washed Ashore…
- Crows- symbols of creation
- Ruins…
- ZeN mOdE 📿📿 LoCk dOwN diaries–1
- Mother…
- Follow…
- The Muse…
- Always Home…
- Apply Within…
- Journey…
- The songs of trees…
- Grey Visage…
- Natya…(dance)
- Let’s Pause…
- In Rhythm…
- Let go…
- Wise man…2
- Gift…
- Fishing…
- Older wisdom…
- Enduring & Real…
- Breathe in…
- Wildness…
- Things we love…
- Alert…
- Sparkle…
- Who Am I …?
- They Heal…
- Heart seeks…
- To heal…
- Soul tinged…
- Soul menders…
- A Soul’s journey…
- Born Fisherman…
- Seeking you…
- Artist…
- Pieces of me…
- True path…
- Ecstasy…
- Art…
- Wise man…
- Heart Wanders…
- Silence within…
- Care about…
- He & I
- Senses…
- Dive…
- Burst forth…
sriramjanak
Travel to be in the wilds....with an eye for elephants...Iam in search of self..& sometimes I DO find meaning ..." like snow , one has to wash oneself of one's own self..." ..to explore one's own end..and I prefer to be an unseen silent observer..... Nature I believe.. speaks when you are silent ..and is silent when you speak...
Join 1,247 other subscribers
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Living with a damaged skull
%d
