In a Nutshell
the sacred garden… the deep blue skies…
lost amongst the words of your cries
the chosen one… the only one…
grasping for dissipating clouds of dust
the way you are… the way it is…
A dormant geyser gasping to sprout for life
the rain has fallen… the earth is cracked…
time will rejuvenate this dust into earth
the end of a draught… the beginnings of creation…
new life forms over the bones of the dead
the brightness of the sun… the clear blue skies…
the garden blooms and shimmers from the drizzle of the skies
the energies of life… the acceptance of love
remembering the passed and its silent reminder… to live life today like it was your last.
Beautiful…
Lupita said this on June 23, 2005 at 10:29 am