And yet, though we strain
against the deadening grip
of daily necessity,
I sense there is this mystery:
All life is being lived.
Who is living it then?
Is it the things themselves,
or something waiting inside them,
like an unplayed melody in a flute?
Is it the winds blowing over the waters?
Is it the branches that signal to each other?
Is it flowers
interweaving their fragrances
or streets, as they wind through time?
~ Rainer Maria Rilke…
Good morning!🌞. Where is home? Where do create “islands of safety” where you and I can blossom and remember,and become part of the grand symphony where our precious selves take part in our indigenous song. Good news coming soon. Stay tuned. 🎆🌈🌟🐴🌲🎯🔥🐚✨💧🏆 #belonging #poetry #light #shadow #photography #aftertherain #mystery #beauty