rushing through life is a busy that tires my soul. and yet… the stream and the river rush along and i cannot catch them. I don’t even want to try. it slows me down to watch them flow. where did they begin. where will they end up. it eases me to be near. entranced by their sweet movement. reminding me there is no finish. there are only moments one upon another. the lovely ones are worth slowing for…

3 thoughts on “and yet…

  1. Again, you end on a positive note after wondering about origins and fates. If this were a piece of music, it would begin with some minor chords and conflicts, to be resolved on a major chord that defines the key of the whole piece. Just my tuppence.

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