For a moment join me...
Interlude
Lilting be the sounding of cresting waves and the music of the wind
The feel of waters that ebb and flow to the call of the moon
Implacable is this sea in its surging spirit
Motion becomes still in its turbulent wake
Time becomes suspended in grace
An interlude, a breath, and the sigh of BEING.
2 comments:
These words really come to life.
As do I as they reveal themselves to me.Thank You for feeling Dear Martin Kloess.
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