BG the 1st breath of life 1 time …….upon time 1 jump ………in time 1 lapse ………..into upon the ground solid yet one wobbles the sun rises while in wait ………. for it to set the moon blesses those present if you’ve forgotten
BG i am rooted i am rooted my core stands erect i am rooted as i stretch to touch the sky i am rooted stronger than most i am rooted no longer in search i am rooted to the truths of the universe
BG winter’s moon a mystical magical place where dark is the light where bright are merely shades of gray where thoughts run a course where silence reigns placing hope above all else having faith imparts courage even when the path has no
BG skip a stone sit on the bank by golden pond with a wondering mind time has no distance or space for it is the medicational meditation that one sits for adoring nature’s gifts that abound thankful for this seated space tracing the picture
BG the flowers died the flowers died but the thought didn’t admitting a little more somethin……. than somethin……. expressions of ease placed on the page while dylan saturated day & night wake’s better leave sleep to those who forgot how to hug
