A poem for you:
So continue on your way each blessing, each day.
This moment now… loves embrace.
Here, without a trace.. in timeless space.
Not this nor that nor this and that.
Not me nor you nor me and you.
Just this: the soul, and its growth, the bells and the blokes.
In nothing there is the most wonderful joke:
that the soul was born and it will die…
Haha! … what a damn big lie!
Yet precious it is, like a little kid.. a little soul:
whose foot is laced with Huggies and cakes.
As raindrops Fall— those tears and all..
from which Springs forth the Summers warmth.
And a thought, a snow, a tasty cup of joe.
On Winters sled 🛷 the soul that slides wherever it’s led.