'We are reaching into the silence.
Are we the music, whilst the music plays?
Between the un-being and the being,
sounds a hollow rumbling of wings...
Am I here, or there, or elsewhere?'
(With My apologies to T.S. Eliot)
Sunday, 9 May 2010
Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing, but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.
Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing, but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch. 
2 comments:
Our blossom came and went so quickly...it's lovely to get to enjoy yours, too!
Hope you're doing well, my friend...
Thanks alot for visiting Lynn, all your comments and care mean such alot to me.
:)
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