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