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there is a current that flows .no one has seen
where it comes from
or where it goes .
but it makes it’s way
blowing through hearts open like fresh air through a window on a summer’s day
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there is
no one has seen
where it comes from
or where it goes .
but it makes it’s way
blowing through hearts open like fresh air through a window on a summer’s day
A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 
took this photo years ago at carson hot springs in washington state.
i love every bit of this, the etched window, the scene outside, the words…
and thank you.
I can take this image with me into my unfolding life. Thanks
be the prairie
I wouldn’t mind even a little storm, or a small tornado.
an open heart might even be better than an open mind.
Beautiful poem, I like the idea of hearts open…
true.
the key is to have our heart open.
our life breath
our first
and forever breath
the roundness
O perfected
indeed it is.
…and i like it when it blows my way. um…i mean in my direction…through me, that is.
thanks, sophie. you are a pleasure.
Ah nice. Love it when we feel that breeze. Though it’s part of our life breath.
The current blows
where the circle
is unbroken
bliss
it blows where it will …
Dear D,
what treasure lies over here…
Did I not find my way here before ?… oh! ALAS… too many things happening. Confusion…
Thanks you for your warm generous heart and brilliant well rounded creative life!
S x