ouch!
what was that?
I saw something fly out of my shirt too, where’d it go?
Oh, it definitely stung me. Now we’ve both been stung. Ha!
Let’s go!
How’s your leg, does it still hurt?
Thanks for walking with me and catching the first webs.
laughter and humor and nonviolent dissent. Easiest thing and the strongest thing. love wins everything
even when it appears lost.
let ’em look
who cares what they will think
be yourself
and find out who you are
watch them watching
trying to see you
only seeing a fraction of what you show them
and their own reflections
passing by overhead
fading away at a snail’s pace
rusting, losing power, malfunctioning
blowing away
a faded recording
our fate could rest
in a single droid
help me Obi Wan
you are my only hope
force your own perspective to change
grab control of your own thoughts
for just a second
guide yourself
down
up
see the canopy
let the light come down to you
hear the hustle and bustle of life
watch the art
listen to its message
it’s whispering something
what did it tell you?
what will you take away?
how has it made you grow?
…there would be no surprise, no mystery.
-MarkW-Aug2014-
The past gives us gifts and never really leaves us. There is only the now, be happy. 😀
Blessed are the creators, for they shall catch and devour the mature pests.
“…so we can learn to pick ourselves up.” – Alfred
( http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/391005-why-do-we-fall-so-we-can-learn-to-pick )
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Even the flowers fall, down with the sunlit leaves and debris.
From the nurturing soil, toward the nurturing sun,
We get past the fallen trees and tragically beautiful flowers by growing up and over them. They will nurture us all for generations yet to come. Even though we become separated we still hold each other in our hearts. The separation is an illusion. Just listen.
What do the voices of your dearly departed say to you? Who are the separated that encourage you to grow and become more of yourself? What long dead voices still ring true for you? What soil nurtures your roots? Where are you getting your brilliant sunlight? Where do you get your regular water?
Food and drink, for thought and nutrition, eat well and be well.
MWW-2014-11-10-2pmEst. <3
In an effort to point out the beauty of the mundane and broken, I’ve combined a lovely blurb about hidden secrets and broken charms with this digital photograph of a shattered, discarded golf ball on a wet asphalt.
“The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.” – Charlotte Brontë
Neon Green Broken Golf Ball of Secret Beauty by somethinghumble
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