Soft eyes
Soft hands
Her eyes smile
My heart expands
She says nothing
But I know
She knows
What's ahead, what's coming
Now let me hear you play
And I play
And for the first time ever
I wasn't afraid...
And I wished I could sit
For hours in that kitchen
Everything here was ok
Tea on the stove
Toast on the counter
Plants swaying in the breeze
She came and she went
And in between, she put my soul at ease
Soft eyes
Soft hands
Her eyes smile
And I believe that I can
She says nothing
But I know
The wisdom in her silence
Tells me her story with such presence
And now I hope to sit
Others in my own kitchen
Where they can feel
Everything is ok
With tea on the stove
Toast on the counter
Plants swaying in the breeze
I am here now, but I too, will go
And in between,
I hope I can put another's soul at ease.
This little blog right here, is simply an exploration of my own human 'design' and a means of trying to express its reason for being! I don't know about you, but I'm curious. Curious about trying, and seeing what happens. Each day is an opportunity to try and align ourselves with our own basic goodness. Every situation, person we meet, is our teacher, our guide to learning and becoming more aware of ourselves. The signposts pointing us toward fulfillment of our reason for being, are all out there. It's simply up to us whether we open our hearts to them. Only we can decide whether or not we try. But life ain't fun if you don't try, so seek, explore, and be eternally curious about the life you've obtained. Be your own adventurer and you will find, there really is 'bien raison d'être' - much reason for being.
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ReplyDeleteI just finished the Little Prince. Did you look for it? it's by Antoine de Saint-Exupery. I think you might like it - judging by your poems...