Friday, February 26th, 2010 | Author: pri
cold Wind frees my mind of superfluous thoughts
birds returning with the cycle of Nature
snow Shimmering sparkles my colorful imagination
working muscles remind me of how Alive and capable I am
bus driver says Hi! Oh… the love for this Community!
deep Connection with my breath – this is Me, over and over
the solitude of Happiness, the happiness of Solitude
the Experience of life
the unexpected and continuous love of Nature
the Present
the Freedom
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Category: belezas, filosofando
Beautiful! As beautiful as the fresh snow in our backyard that has been sprinkled with “diamonds” that sparkle in the reflected light. Thank you for that delightful poem. You never once mentioned you were cold.
Wow! That was such a happy poem, accompanied nicely by some very happy Owl City music I was listening to as I read it!