Broken winds from the
slow hand of God lifts
waves ever moving
surging towards some
crystalline shore.
The evolution of change,
moving forward toward
the end, the scaling of old
skin, leaving only a shadow
of the imperfection of life.
New, newer, seasons never
turning back, blooming into
tomorrow, searching in a
colored cloud of being.
Enlightening the darkness,
alone, unafraid; stained by
time; it is time to be free, in
truth it is time to take root in
“the now”.
©2013.annjohnsonmurphree
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I really like the line…colored cloud of being and the waves ever moving. Lovely hugs,Barbara
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Thank you so much. Ann
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I like the sadness that comes out from the words. The acceptans of the state of things.
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Thank you so very much for your kind comments. Ann
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don’t you just feel the change in the air…
suspended air..seems to hold thoughts longer…
wonderful Ann…I like
I just realized I haven’t emailed you back..I went outside to work and got into collecting seeds as I turn gardens for the Autumn crops and flowers…I apologize…
tonight I was in a zone of writing….and thinking of those changes I feel…
I hope you had a wonderful day….and the weekend is here Enjoy…
I will email when I wake up….
Again..Beautiful words your thoughts spoke…
Take Care…You Matter…
)0(
maryrose
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And you too! Ann
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“Take root in the now”. How true is this and how hard it is, as well.
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Yes, bone-breaking tired! Thank you for commenting. Ann
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Wow I really love this, and not just this one. I love all of them. My goal is to be this masterful with my words. Oh, and thank you for the follow too!
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