We slumber, but the
anniversary clock keeps turning,
in perpetual movement.
The earth spins on its axis and
travels around the sun -
a perpetual momentum...
anniversary clock keeps turning,
in perpetual movement.
The earth spins on its axis and
travels around the sun -
a perpetual momentum...
We slumber, but the mind
presents dreams and our
breath becomes automatic,
a perpetual rhythm...
presents dreams and our
breath becomes automatic,
a perpetual rhythm...
We slumber, but life keeps living
as if no one is watching.
We slumber while our "things"
wait on a shelf for us to wake them
by our noticing;
as if no one is watching.
We slumber while our "things"
wait on a shelf for us to wake them
by our noticing;
inanimate objects which somehow
hold meaning for us and comfort us
without whose presence we would feel
as if something were missing...
hold meaning for us and comfort us
without whose presence we would feel
as if something were missing...
But what's missing is in ourselves,
the emptiness we try to fill
with those "things" - those inanimate
objects of the mind: thoughts and memories
of previous times and people or "things"
that make us feel solace and comfort in
hard times.
the emptiness we try to fill
with those "things" - those inanimate
objects of the mind: thoughts and memories
of previous times and people or "things"
that make us feel solace and comfort in
hard times.
We slumber - and yet everything is alive around us,
in the continuous, unending movement of life,
waiting for us to
awaken and notice.
in the continuous, unending movement of life,
waiting for us to
awaken and notice.
Mystic Meandering
Dec. 9, 2020
1 am
Dec. 9, 2020
1 am
♥♥♥"The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.Don't go back to sleep."...:-)
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