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

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Thank you



Looking out across Mother Superior  (the big lake) .
Captured by the suns grand finale at days end .
Out before me ,  a rippling majestic cape of colors
only the sun could make , of mauve's, purple's and  majenta's .

Beyond the burst of  color, I see a parade of cloud creature's
 cavorting their way across the peach horizon.
 Marching dragons , birds , and an eclectic mix of abstract beings , single file , no less ! 

I am , in this moment  . . .  the sun . . .  shining from ear to ear
 with a grin as wide as The great Mother herself.

And I just have to say out loud ~ '' Thank you '' !

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