Drip.. drip.. drip.. drip..
Pooling..
Gathering together..
Preparing..
For a new journey..
Down.. Continuing..
Breathing life back in..
Assisting..
Overflowing..
Heralding.
Drip.. drip.. drip.. drip..
It has no beginning..
There might be no end..
If it's allowed.. to flow..
With it's will.
Drip.. drip.. drip.. drip..
hmmm.. nice one, are you talking about life and how our forces gather for the next onrush or the next stage of the journey?
ReplyDeleteand as for the choice bit, well we always have one dont we? even when the colors fade and the world is mundane, we have a choice that we can exercise to see it differently, to appreciate the beauty of it. a choice that is conventionally spurned.
Yes. I'm talking about that and the start/restart of my blog.:->
ReplyDeleteOne,
Looking at the rain,
Kissing the earth, the trees, the grass,...
If,
Not mesmerised by it,
Has a loss due it,
Or,
Has a diddled mind.
welcome back :)
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