No Path Is Limited

No path is limited, to one mold
fits all journeys – no footsteps a
lineal trail followed or forged~our individual
universes a swirl of infinite mazes, each one 
the Father and Mother of 
its own invention...we evolve into
our own accidental and willed offspring.... 

there are no outlets...

even the runoffs, ever further
in....
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Dietrich Avatar
May 7, 2022 at 10:05 PM
such pearls of wisdom, joe.
DiMino Avatar
May 9, 2022 at 7:29 AM
Thank you, Andrea; have a beautiful day my friend!
Rodrigues Avatar
May 6, 2022 at 7:38 PM
Love: we evolve into our own accidental and willed offspring. So true! We stretch and grow, make choices and constantly change.
DiMino Avatar
May 7, 2022 at 2:00 PM
Thank you, Kim; have a great weekend!
Romios Avatar
May 5, 2022 at 8:05 AM
Very philosophical, Joe, I like an old saying, God created no junk! We all lived different experiences, had various schoolings and were raised differently. But we all can think. Above that....... to love our fellow man! And to respect our choices and differences. Not violent ones... Burning down cities, killing those who don’t think like us, being anarchists is really unacceptable. Yours, Pangie
DiMino Avatar
May 5, 2022 at 3:29 PM
Totally agree! Thank you, Pangie. Mixed up world.
Deo Avatar
May 4, 2022 at 2:55 AM
And God loves variety. How varied are leaves ... Even more, flowers. See, u get me going ... In natural circles. Let's enjoy The Ball
DiMino Avatar
May 4, 2022 at 8:50 AM
It's a great celestial dance...your next write, shoes on and off. Thank you, Anil. Blessings my friend!
Deo Avatar
May 4, 2022 at 2:53 AM
Amen. So true, in a circle. In terrestrial balls like earth, or fiery ones like Sun .... So it's valid for life, universe, recycling of bodies, light, thoughts, sound ... Go on, & on & on. Always, u take us deep & ho again ( in curckes) thank U Father DeMino
DiMino Avatar
May 4, 2022 at 8:57 AM
Thank you, Anil; your readership is great inspiration...writing is so much fun, like sharing warming breaths, and building sandcastles...all meant to wash away...go further out to sea with the new tide -- we travel with our sandy particles, each one having a yet hidden packet of enchanting light. Blessings my friend!
Baker Avatar
May 3, 2022 at 7:46 AM
One's life path is a mystery to all except the Creator. No two paths are exactly the same. Each experience of life is unique unto itself. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us. Joe. A poet friend in Texas, Bill
DiMino Avatar
May 3, 2022 at 9:03 AM
HI Bill; for sure, God knows all. No need for Him to make all of us exactly the same. No point to it. I do not want my children to be exactly the same as me...God forbid! Definitely not bald:) Thank you, Bill. Blessings!
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