And I wonder~
What is possible.. in’ this’.. enrichment of life..
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As the tall stalks are affected by the winds, they sift..
Like thoughts..
As on whim.. the air moves the weeds,.. they dance..
And I, one with it, and lost in thought’..
~Of the amazement of just being here..~
Experiencing this brief moment..
Like with the soft breeze’..we come and go~
And still, when the stillness begins..
We simply..existed.. in living thoughts..
by Margie D Casados