Friday, August 7, 2015


(Montreat, August, 2015)

Everywhere I look

sunlight on the hills

pre-schoolers walking in a line in front of me

strung together like little peas
on their way to do what pre-schoolers do best.

Joggers out for a morning run,
Me being warmed by the morning sun.

Chants being sung from the forest --
whoa - a - oh - a- oh
whoa - a oh - a - oh

A leaf blower shrieks
from the deck below.
The cacophony doesn't disturb me though.

Peace within, peace within.
Above, below, beside me.

Just being



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