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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…
I can take this image with me into my unfolding life. Thanks
and thank you.
I wouldn’t mind even a little storm, or a small tornado.
be the prairie
Beautiful poem, I like the idea of hearts open…
an open heart might even be better than an open mind.
the key is to have our heart open.
true.
Ah nice. Love it when we feel that breeze. Though it’s part of our life breath.
our life breath
our first
and forever breath
The current blows
where the circle
is unbroken
the roundness
O perfected
bliss
indeed it is.
it blows where it will …
…and i like it when it blows my way. um…i mean in my direction…through me, that is.
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
thanks, sophie. you are a pleasure.