Tuesday 29 April 2014

Constant

Constant

The weather, the skies overhead changing,
the sea and its currents,
the mind and the constant images of life,
the earth and the glory of it,
the birdsong in the morning.
The body minding itself from harm.
Memories of those we love.
Intentions for good in the future.
The land like a rock for our feet.
Life in all its forms.
The torment of the day.
The beauty of the day.
The truth of beauty.
The dawn of each morning.
The first born child.
Mothers and fathers.
Sex.
Seasons turning from white to gold.
Ice caps in the frozen North.

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