thoughts
Updated: Mar 28, 2021
In the silence
I travel far and wide
Across valleys
Climbing mountains
And pausing
at the spirit of a rock
Willowing trees
hear the call—
of a searching soul
—in the solace of
the rising day.
It's natural to flourish, to yearn to be Like a tree, a plant, a flower, reaching, growing, toward the sun sometimes even taking great...
My mind is blank with a million thoughts. Which one to chase to turn my beige dreams into sunbeams to move the needle even a planck...
I want to stroll and linger—cuddle close near the murmuring creek. It's just enough to see you clear to raise me high and bring me...
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