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Saturday, March 14, 2015

Bored


How could a tree grow bored
along an ever-changing stream?

How could a river grow weary
below an ever-changing wood?

If my life feels boring,
it's because I'm not looking.

If my spirit grows weary,
I'm not paying attention.


2 comments:

  1. RichardMarch 15, 2015 at 3:47 PM

    Beautifully written. I was sent to this page by a friend and this is just what I needed to read.

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  2. HK StewartMarch 15, 2015 at 6:47 PM

    Richard:

    Thanks so much for taking time not only to read my blog but also to make a comment. I'm really glad your friend sent you here, and I hope you stop by again soon. (Read all you want. I'll write more.)

    I hope you continue to get what you need along your journey, regardless of where you find it.

    Thanks again,
    H. K.

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