Silently I watched as this fog crept through the crevices of the trees' valleys. A slow but determined force followed, engulfing the landscape.
Watching that mist trekking across the hills that I longed to trek through, my soul was stirred as it reveled in the marvel that spilled out before me.
Can I be still and still be me?
I would rather be g~d's breath
crawling across the earth
or the place of fruitful death
resigned to new day's birth
where fences are mended
and tatters un-torn
where wounds come unwrapped
as wisdom is born
where fear is unwelcome
and love is life's toy
where the feast is not crumbs
but a platter of joy
Be still and know that I am...
Can I be still and still be me? This was nice to read first thing this morning. I´m sitting here with my right forearm resting on a bag of frozen vegetables after being way too enthusiastic with my guitar yesterday. I want to play so much right now, but I know the right thing to do is rest my arm, and just play in my imagination.
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Lovely! :-)
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