THE WONDER OF BEING

In your poetry, as if floating in the steam of morning, warm from bed, the 'frost-smoke' rising off the lakes and sea; the becoming disintegrated in this concrete world of ordinariness, and sweeping the drapes aside you see into the visions of another world, a world apart from this our earthly clod, one in the mind like that of God. Annuccia.

purple thistle, serpent venom silent green canopy sunlit daffodil we see through shadowed eyes mortal coils unwinding Love your words, Joe. Always in gratitude, Anna "We have to try to get rid of the notion of time. And when you have an intense contact of love with nature or another human being, like a spark, then you understand that there is no time and that everything is eternal." Paulo Coelho