Yeah, that rock, all cozy with it's moss sweater, has it made- and then on top of it's perfect rock life has a lovely poet bicyclist come by , take a photo, appreciate it, and feature it in a blog post. It didn't have to make an effort- just being qualified it...and the observance from an aware soul passing by.
Oh the beauty of a moss covered rock, this time contemplated in silence.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Steven.
lovely steven.
ReplyDeleteI really think I'd like to be that moss-covered rock!
ReplyDeletehi elisabeth - it's a space to allow for quiet. there's lots of noise available all the time and everywhere. steven
ReplyDeletethankyou ellen. steven
ReplyDeletedave - yes there are days, moments even where the quiet and peace would be lovely. it can be achieved through meditation of course. steven
ReplyDeleteAnd sometimes quiet is simply enough. :)
ReplyDeleteYeah, that rock, all cozy with it's moss sweater, has it made- and then on top of it's perfect rock life has a lovely poet bicyclist come by , take a photo, appreciate it, and feature it in a blog post. It didn't have to make an effort- just being qualified it...and the observance from an aware soul passing by.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah. I am SO a moss covered rock!
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