It will weight*
Dangling was the apple off the limb of the tree
Blowing in the breeze one day to be free
It needs some help in settling to the ground
But it is the wind blowing by, without a sound
A little push and it is flying in the breeze
A ripe young apple that fell off the tree
Dom*Colucci 2010
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Here, it is*
Here, it is* It is where I am that my being has took To be of deep contemplation in what I look For the depth that I go in what I see Noth...
In the apple dangling from the limb of the tree
ReplyDeleteI see you,
I see me.
In the blowing of the breeze I feel
The freedom of you,
The freedom of me.
Gravity does all
To make us perfectly settled in the ground.
Wind blowing silently
Makes you and me fly freely around.
A little strong push from inside
Makes you and me unable to hide
That we are ripe young apples.
Over and Over and Over it happens.
Very good poem my Dearest One...as to saying over and over and over again would be the present moment we discussed last night...enjoy as well(+)
ReplyDeleteDom*:)xo---{--@