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

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Just being

I am a tiny fairy among these towering snow covered tree's.
Majestic and strong , the most beautiful beings - just being.

Holding the space .
Showing us the way . . .

This chaotic human race . . .race ,
race not ... and be filled with a grace
that only comes from standing in stillness
that you yourself have made.

Lark

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