Tuesday, 16 August 2011

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.





11 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem and pictures.

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  2. Moments 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!

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  3. Nicely done, Fi! "When the days, and the nights, slip by in the pass of a hand"...that is lovely!

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  4. Thank you for the comments. I woke up to these words today and scribbled them down in the journal I keep by my bed.

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  5. Wonderful poem, great pictures, best ever philosophy to live by. Kudos to you!

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  6. Lovely. Nature is the best form of inspitation. :)

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  7. OH, I almost forgot. I gave you an award on my blog today.

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  8. Very 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.

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  9. We 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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