When life races by
When the days, and the nights,
slip by in the pass of a hand,
and the details of your life
blur into a shade of mud,
search for these things -
the touch of the grass,
the breath of the sky,
and the reach of the trees.
Touch.
Breathe.
Reach.
slip by in the pass of a hand,
and the details of your life
blur into a shade of mud,
search for these things -
the touch of the grass,
the breath of the sky,
and the reach of the trees.
Touch.
Breathe.
Reach.
Amazing, Fi!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and pictures.
ReplyDeleteMoments of inspiration like this poem are a brilliant flash of light in the flow and chaos of life. Love the pictures, especially the tree. Amazing!
ReplyDeleteNicely done, Fi! "When the days, and the nights, slip by in the pass of a hand"...that is lovely!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the comments. I woke up to these words today and scribbled them down in the journal I keep by my bed.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, great pictures, best ever philosophy to live by. Kudos to you!
ReplyDeleteThat is lovely.
ReplyDeleteLovely. Nature is the best form of inspitation. :)
ReplyDeleteOH, I almost forgot. I gave you an award on my blog today.
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Fi. Thank you. I needed a lovely reminder such as this today because school is starting and things are flying by faster than ever.
ReplyDeleteWe have this week, next and a couple of days yet but I've started getting things ready. Still need to buy shoes and pumps but their feet keep growing.
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