loose ends, life mostly
what we tie up, comes undone
even beliefs, especially beliefs–
coming unraveled, just about the time
we think we’ve got it all figured out
never meant to be neat and tiddy
tell your mother, that’s life
chaos, not a cop out, real
life…dynamic, unstable, non-linear, co-creative
just like you and me
loose ends, all we have
even death, especially death–
the ultimate loose end
all of it, life and death
hopelessly untied…to anything
our beliefs can’t save us
they too, appearances–
illusions casting a spell on us
clouds of dust dreams leave behind
let them go, all loose ends
Poetic Alchemist 
Gautami: Good for you. One thing for sure…what is done is undone and what is undone is redone. Don’t you love it…life that is? It’s so poetic.
I finally made a move to tie those loose ends…
Thanks Kai.
Floots: It’s probably both, and we’re not talking about hair are we? Well, we could be and that’s alright. Too funny.
plaiting loose ends
i’m never sure if it’s therapy or procrastination on my part
you’ve got me thinking don
(and that’s a rare event) đŸ™‚
thank you
indeed
Polona: Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.
Dan: Thanks. Hope your weekend is going well.
Ah. Yes.
ah, so true…