I close my eyes–suddenly I hear.
I close my eyes–my lungs fill with autumn.
I close my eyes–I feel… grateful.
I open my arms–others fill them.
I open my arms–instant abundance.
I open my arms–I feel… thankful. Continue reading “The Gooey Molasses of Peace”
Busyness presses down, in, around
And the roses grown dim.
Robbing of smell, taste, touch.
Creating needless constant crisis.
But I steal away. Continue reading “One Minute Affair With Peace”
Molasses thick clouds stretch the sky like pulled cords of salt water taffy.
Is the sky expanding before me?
My chest sinks into the gooey love place, embracing its smallness.
Everything I need, I already have.
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