the sky's song is sometimes thin
and at the end of a day
mumbled words
are all it can share
or all i can hear
Thursday, October 7, 2010
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10 comments:
What a breathtaking capture! And I love your words as well! Thank you!
Sylvia
hello sylvia - the sky just seemed to pass over and it's not often that words don't arrive through my watching their movement but perhaps yesterdays post left little room for that. steven
Steven I was thinking the same thing (as in your comment to sylvia). I read and re-read yesterday's offering which - I admit - kicked my butt! But in a good way.
You always inspire, you always teach me something important every single day, here and when you comment on my blog. You share your brilliance with so much generosity and consistency.
I know I always say this: THANK YOU! I mean it.
Isn't there an old saying, something to the effect that "Silence can speak volumes"?
And isn't it nice that when you are amongst friends, sometimes no words are necessary...
This is always one of my favorite morning stops, Steven.
My life is thin at the end of every day.
Sort of a "Peek-a-boo, I see you!" moment. :)
Have a wonderful soon to arrive weekend!
reya thankyou for this generous comment. i too admire your thinking and presence greatly. i imagine we'll cross paths at some point in some world. steven
golden west thankyou very much. i love visiting here myself ..... for many reasons. it's a good place for me. a lot like what i would wish for all of my life to be. a lot like what i would wish for many lives to be. steven
ahhhh willow - yes, i walk up the wooden hill at the end of the day with very little left in the tank. i like it that way!!! steven
hope thankyou very much. i wish you a peaceful thanksgiving weekend also. steven
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