My Mother's exquisite tired hands, my Father's gentle smile, my daughters' tinkles of laughter concerting with crickets, in the tall grasses, in the sweet sunset.
feel like after we fell from the sky, we landed in some (well padded with leaves) branches, and now are gently being swayed in the soft breeze at dusk. I am surprised by how completely I feel your peace as I read it.
I love the contrast with the last poem. How very like that life is, the flying, the falling, the peaceful gentle rocking. One after the other, as we find our place (our center) in each moment.
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Ah, that is so lovely and the accompanying picture is gorgeous. What a sense of peace your poem brings.
Aaaaaah! I can feel all the tension draining away!
That is sooooooo beautiful.
Very lovely, thanks so much for sharing it.
Scarlett & V.
Vanilla, thank you. Yes, peace is what I was feeling that night... The picture is the view across the street from my house.
Yes, Jon. You're feeling relieved too... :-)
Thank you, Scarlett. My pleasure...
feel like after we fell from the sky, we landed in some (well padded with leaves) branches, and now are gently being swayed in the soft breeze at dusk. I am surprised by how completely I feel your peace as I read it.
I love the contrast with the last poem. How very like that life is, the flying, the falling, the peaceful gentle rocking. One after the other, as we find our place (our center) in each moment.
Very calming post. Thanks. :)
How well you describe it, Taffiny! Thank you.
Thank you, Jason. How comforting this peace is, every now and then... :-)
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