“Sometimes the simplest and best use of our will
is to drop it all and just walk out from under everything that is covering us,
even if only for an hour or so—just walk out from under the webs we've spun,
the tasks we've assumed, the problems we have to solve. They'll be there when
we get back, and maybe some of them will fall apart without our worry to hold
them up.” – Mark Nepo, Poet/Philosopher/Author
I was flying Across the deep And I saw the delicacy Of life Wrinkles on the faces Of the old So pure they glistened Like awards The joy of children Running with abandon Their laughter ringing Like chimes in the wind I saw the soft moving waves Across the sea And the trees releasing Their rainbow leaves Birds joined me on my flight And I saw the surface of their wings Adorned with patterns Glorious and unfurled I saw the tears of the sad And the smiles of the glad The suffering in mourning And the celebration of birth As I descended toward the ground Slowly, slowly, softly I saw the gentle grass of the field And smelled the fresh earth It was a perfect landing © 2018 Timothy Moody
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