Friday, November 02, 2007



Sometimes the little things really make the difference...

There's a place and a time and a rain and a shine

A pond of perfection and beauty's whine

I don't go there all the time but

In the rhyme I play with mine

Being, holding, nourishing

The light may come the light may go

The here and now bright with flight

Finding those places and spaces

as simple as looking

loving

and

fine.

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