Ok, I’m guessing this will be quick – fatigue is at my forefront. A weak excuse. Part of me is writing to check off one more thing on my to do list. In other part I owe you my undivided attention. My usual is a steady stride right past you, over to the balcony doors, which I open to allow for fresh air. Now I want to stop and look at you closely. A sort of acknowledgment, like bowing my head to say with sealed lips: „I see you“. The seeing is mutual. I admire your still progression through the seasons, and the unique timing that spreads through you, outwardly subtle, but on the inside, ah, a flow of life in growing evidence. By the time I recognize your awakening, you taunt my lack of attention by portraying growth even to the ignorant. Day by day your bud advances, grows restless, speaks of turning the insides towards the sun. I posses no true knowledge of your coming of seed and soil. It’s a gated miracle and I barely stop. And when I do, I perceive your sudden appearance and neglect the path that has made you visible even to me. I regret, at times, my confusion over what is of importance, and search the distance, when you are so near, right here in my living room.<\/p>\n
Welcome dear friend. I thank your gentle presence , which asks nothing, forces nothing, and yet, wholly expresses life. Your design is restrained by my incapacity to capture in written word. A shortcoming I let dribble out of my consciousness to meet you instead in your illumination of purity. Touching petal to skin, I dissolve in tender peacefulness. Never did I know flower is here the way I am here, simply more quiet, equally fading in time. I fondly relate our being.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Ok, I’m guessing this will be quick – fatigue is at my forefront. A weak excuse. Part of me is writing to check off one more thing on my to do list. In other part I owe you my undivided attention. My usual is a steady stride right past you, over to the balcony doors, which I open to allow for fresh air. Now I want to stop and look at you closely. A sort of acknowledgment, like bowing my head to say with sealed lips: „I see you“. The seeing is mutual. I admire your still progression through the seasons, and the unique timing that spreads through you, outwardly … You there in my living room<\/span> weiterlesen