One foot above floor boards,
Simplicity is hard to hear.
To live at its surface
Where dreams are wild,
Songs and words, senseless.
Find in grains of wood
Questions silenced,
For lack of care.
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I've been captured with this idea the last few days that if I could just lay down on the floor, flat on the floor, I would find what it's all about. Maybe it's to wrestle and tickle my baby, or look up at emptiness, or perhaps I'm just tired. But there's a flicker of something- curiosity, insatiability, romanticism- that is ready to dwell in simplicity. I want to learn all its beautiful secrets and share them with this darkened world.
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And more life bliss...
The skies have been so gorgeous lately. I wish I was a watercolor-pro and could recreate them.
I've got an explorer baby.
Gardening has never been a gifting of mine, so my ripening tomatoes are quite the achievement.
C.
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