let the grasses bend
softly against the surface
pressing close the green
reclines the weary tenement
washed in subtle shadows
barefoot and watching
while thunderhead dances
with tempest thoughts
billows parade the view sublime
receives infinity’s caress so
whimsy may tickle reverie’s hand
make light the pending wonder
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
“If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.” ― Joseph Campbell
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"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of many things." Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
Ah, I love it!… it started with a choice title, “dances”…. a new window is open and the light out there is clear, go to it!…
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