Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, March 02, 2012

I am so very tired...

Mother natures goes about in a bizarre way to show us just how vulnerable we truly are. Throughout the seasons we are introduced to the many elements in natures cache. We explore the beauty of balance and the destruction that comes with the very essence of " to much of a good thing." When we respect the power of nature we learn how to look and listen. The closer we allow ourselves to become one with our surroundings, the more aware we become of what is safe and what is danger. The violent storms that direct their shroud of darkness reveals no bias. Anything and everything in its way can be destroyed within the blink of an eye.
My mind has been scattered in many directions. I felt almost like a ping  pong ball bouncing from one side of the table to the other. On one side there was all that I am grateful for and on the other all that makes us vulnerable. As the winds toy with earth, the stars of the heavens remind us how little we really are in the the greater scheme of things.

Touched a heart
and watched it smile,
built a bridge,
removed the miles.

Embraced a soul
and let it dream,
sailed a ship,
across the sea.

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