Trees of green
red roses too
skies of blue
clouds of white
bright blessed day
sacred dark night...
Whenever I stop long enough to see what's here now...
It fills me up with light until I fly standing. Why oh why don't I stop more often? I'm so full of what I should be doing, and yesterday, and tomorrow, and the next hour, and dinner plans, and I use the whole day before it even happens until there's nothing left.
I'm blessed today because something made me stop.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world...
Rua-Lilta Community Member |
|