Miracles honor you because you are lovable. They dispel illusions about yourself and perceive the light in you. They thus atone for your errors by freeing you from your nightmares. By releasing your mind from the imprisonment of your illusions, they restore your sanity. - Jessica Dimas
What knot? Who nose?
You can be anything, Mom said.
I believe in miracles, I said.
Became a writer.
Many years later. Many.
Another woman. Yet another.
But different. Real different.
So, what do you do?, she asked.
Told her I was a poet/philosopher.
She was impressed.
What have you written? Now curious.
Almost nothing, I said.
That's my philosophy.
What about you? Curious myself.
I am a worrier/warrior, she said.
Usually in that order.
Devilish smile.
She is a miracle.
A whole lot
of sunshine.
With little bit
of hurricane.
Miracles honor you because you are lovable. They dispel illusions about yourself and perceive the light in you. They thus atone for your errors by freeing you from your nightmares. By releasing your mind from the imprisonment of your illusions, they restore your sanity. - Jessica Dimas
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So, You Are Saying ‘I Am Sane.’
Oh, Em, Gee, it’s another miracle.
The older I get, the more miracler life seems to be.
That attitude IN ITSELF these days is, well, you know what.
I don’t usually look this old. I mean, traditionally. Up to now.
