I sit and ponder the ways of the world and notice a flower in bloom, I realise that everything takes it's own course, nothing much left for me to do.
I'm floating on air, thinking in tongues of times that have sailed on by. Images of old flowing through my mind, surface and then disappear.
Looking up to the sky I see the big blue, nothing blocking the light. And the sun on a string warming my soul, as it dances like a bird in flight.
I come to rest in this moment of peace, my breath guides my attention within. I find a place of stillness and glimpse what living actually means.
