When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Sunday, January 9, 2011

The best

 I have arrived to the place of happiness.
  I feel like I'm the best me I've ever been .  . .

From the inside , I am filled with a sense of peace
in where I 've come  from,
and an excitment in where I am going .

Content and happy to be here , while dreaming dreams of the future .

The outside . . .

  Wrinkles , yes  . . .

But  with a smile I say, they came with me on the wind , from the world that I rode in upon ,
and I love every single one !

   
Lark

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