Today, in the breath of me
There is lightness
And stillness
And whimsical offerings
Of today
Now, in the breath of me
There is newness
And abundance
And possibility
Of now
Then, in the breath of me
I start the new dance
Letting go
Trusting the steps will appear
When they will
The steps of the today, the now, the then
1 comments:
I enjoyed the picture but the poem (that is what it was, right?) made me feel as if the person writing it wasn't going anywhere. Is that what the poem ment? That s/he had the possibilty to move and grow and experience but wasn't? I'm very interested in knowing the true feeling put into it.
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