moments

moments

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Each morning 
I greet the world, 
blessed to witness beauty and new growth

and myself...xo


Passing Through

All morning I practiced being invisible
surprised when the dog barked
and the steamy mirror looked back at me,

where can I go to be alone
I said to the metallic glass
the dog, as he rolled to his back.

Poor Casper the Ghost,
invisible and intangible
was made into a cartoon

a thin line searching for friendship.

I like most
~the flying~

~the passing through,
we're all practicing this one.

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