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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