Forever New

Ceiling of TreesWhat a dance this life is.

Once again I learn a new step–or twelve.  This morning I soak in the quiet home anchoring alone.  Trees fill the windows.  Still.  Patient.  Steadfast listeners.  The distant traffic the waves of my ocean, the gurgle of a brilliant brook, the whisper of the mysterious infinite.

Divine glowing morning tao.

 

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