Time stands still.
Only for a moment, mind you,
but still nonetheless.
A fleeting
endless pause
pregnant with possibility.
Nothing moves
save eyes beholding beauty.
Surrounded by sky.
Smooth wonder sliding into my soul.
Quieting chaos.
Coaxing me into its calm.
Pregnant with possibilities… I’ve always loved that phrase. Run across it now and then. I wish I could be the type of person you describe who can stand still and soak it all in. I envy that kind of personality. Unfortunately, I’m the opposite. The pregnant with possibilities seems only to come in the midst of chaos. But I take comfort in Friedrich Nietzsche’s comment: “One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.” ๐
Nature really speaks to you, doesn’t it… (Sent a note of to PG for you.)
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Yes, it does. And thanks.
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Soothing and the picture compliments the poem ๐
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Beautiful post ๐
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Thanks!
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This is very Zen. Beautiful poem. And the picture reminds me of the Bolivian salt flats. It’s been on my bucket list for ages. I guess one need not travel all the way to Central America to experience such beauty. Sometimes it’s right in our backyards :).
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Beautiful words and reflection of the birds on the beach. You make the stillness alive.
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