when i watch my children
pass a mirror
they bring me to think
of slender branches
reaching
touching
their own shadows
coming to terms
1 day ago
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10 comments:
Your children as slender reeds, Steven, what a lovely image.
The figure in the skirt at the right looks very happy. She could do with a good dinner though...
ha rachel . . , spindly would be the word. steven
thankyou elisabeth. steven
Graceful, loving, observant. You are so good, Steven. Thank you for being exactly who you are.
Beautiful, Steven! Succinct yet profound.
Children do love to touch their own reflections, don't they? They still feel how magical and wondrous they are as special beings.
When and why does that dissipate?
Shadows in the snow - beautiful.
Steven, I have 5 grandchildren under the age of 11 and it is a joy for me to watch them as they look into a mirror and see the happiness in there eyes....such joy...
We should all reach to touch our shadows. In so doing, we integrate the light of our beings into the all of us.
hello my friends, i'm up to some place higher than my forehead in schoolwork. it happens every so often, and i'm not keeping up with my comments so i wanted to thankyou for your thoughtful comments. i hope to be back up and more present in a couple of days. i will still post! steven
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