Playing in the lines
of light and shadow,
the world
runs with water
while the wind is a tide in the pines,
while the flat-needled fir sways
and the spruce wears a shawl of droplets
singing in the sun.
You inspire me
as we listen
to all the sounds of
silence-that-is-not-silence.
You inspire me
to Be.
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Beautifully written inspirational poem...inspirational you are! A very nice poem certainly to be read, enjoyed and remembered.
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ReplyDeleteaho, Standing Bear! thank you!
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