1 juni 2009

Eyes wide open,
clouds passing by
reflectioning the greatness
of the sky

Green green grass below
resting limbs of mine
greatful for the softness
underneath my spine

So shimmering the buds of leaves
at the tips of every branch
so tender every raindrop
transparant

In blissfull moments
being
aware of the endlessness
no end and no begining

The sky above,
the clouds inside
the rain the sun
the open wide
within, beyond,
both far and near
all is that was
will come is here

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