Get out of the finite four squares
To the trees, the birds, the fragrant dance
And share away all that you saw
In a language that's pure, in a language that's raw
And as you mention the simple outdoors
Some may follow you from the distant shores
May be they'll tell you, what they've found
The golden waves, the shifting grounds
Let the sun take you by your breath
The squirrels pass by and you forget your quest
As the dandelions lift away your thoughts
Its a timeless help, that cannot be bought
Out there your mind will still be yours
And many belong to this surreal life force
One or more, the same silly quests
Atleast it's the same grass, where we all rest.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 24th, 2024 07:06
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
who needs a mirror when one can reflect in such a refreshing and peaceful way as you have done so eloquently here .. Neville
That was really kind of you.... thanks for those encouraging words! 🙃 I try....
Nothing better than the natural environment to lift the spirits and clear your head. Your imagery is so appealing. It’s a cold day but I guess a nice brisk walk would clear the cobwebs. Lovely poetry Alan. Have a good Wednesday.
Thanks a lot, it's rainy and windy here as well...I wish you a pleasant day!
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