A sage meditating by the tree
and was harken by his disciples
Come and join us and be merry
Lets dance by the sea and crown ourself with joy...
away from sorrows of the strive and sufferings..
and celebrate...
and the all may fade away
in tomorrow's sun.
All that was there was passing of one flower to another..
and memories of the stones that washed by the river
sang her songs..
where flowers bloomed...
2 comments:
Sometimes poetry is totally wasted on me. I fail to comprehend the meaning. However, looking at your photos with what would have been my mother's eyes, who saw what things could be: I have a bonsai tray, and river stones. I'll put the stones in the dish. Stolen ideas are sweet.
Jean - Well, I guess you are right - stolen ideas are sweet (lol)
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