This Morning
there’s some blue
flowers just beyond
flowers just beyond
that dew-dropped bush
so many flowers
so many nights
I have filled
with my days
with my days
but this
this morning absorbs me
consumes me like
transparent-brown-morning nectar
consumes me like
transparent-brown-morning nectar
and then I noticed a sound
a glass harmonica
in the far-away morning
in the still, wet, cloudy-gray
far-away
morning
in the infinite space of mind
a vast hum
the words of me
floating . . . rotating . . . orbiting
without limitations
. . . without limitations . . . .
at least here, within this morning
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 1:31 PM
4 Comments:
This, this filled my soul, at this moment, right now, I felt it.
I felt it right here, in the center of my being.
But I didn't have to tell you that, did I?
You already knew.
Ah, but it's always nice to hear, very nice, in fact.
Thanks for being around: I do so appreciate it.
Mornings like that are few and far between. Thank you for allowing me to share yours. Awww, I feel so relaxed.
Becky
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