To sit and listen with the
river...
As a breeze whispers secrets
through the grass.
And birds sing nothing to the air but
the carried flight of their
expansion.
The river moves in stillness.
While I sit in the quiet motion of
my thoughts -
Listening with the river.
river...
As a breeze whispers secrets
through the grass.
And birds sing nothing to the air but
the carried flight of their
expansion.
The river moves in stillness.
While I sit in the quiet motion of
my thoughts -
Listening with the river.
~
~
nothing is solid, and everything flows to its
own accord.
our life too is as a river...with
nothing held beyond its
moment.
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