Some of us are happy
enjoying all we see;
we smile at silver snowdrops
that glisten from a tree.
Our outlook may be fuzzy Continue reading
Some of us are happy
enjoying all we see;
we smile at silver snowdrops
that glisten from a tree.
Our outlook may be fuzzy Continue reading
Life is mystical – if we allow it to be.
Close your eyes and take away what you see, or what you think you see.
Allow the mist to cover the noise and the squalor of untruths.
Untruth – we have control over nature or people or our fate.
Fate – is that not an issue of the supernatural, of what is meant to be?
What are YOU meant to be?
Close your eyes and let go.
Let the mystic in you see the unseen.
No clarity, no right or left
No wrong or bad
No mine or yours
Be
Then the light shines through
the mist.
And you see
what is.