i lie quiescent
listening to the conversations of bees
and the roar of butterflies as they
begin the chaotic whirlwinds
of strife
this is a moment....of nothingness
when my eyes are closed to the rat race
when the green green grass..
......subsumes me
and i am peripherally,
at one with myself.
mother to all,
mother to none.
i hear the ants
tunneling beneath
and the bugs flying above
the earth speaks and moves
and i listen...
the sky smiles,
the tides greet the moon
and I am but one small heartbeat
...............among millions
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
i lie quiescent
listening to the conversations of bees
and the roar of butterflies as they
begin the chaotic whirlwinds
of strife
this is a moment....of nothingness
when my eyes are closed to the rat race
when the green green grass..
......subsumes me
and i am peripherally,
at one with myself.
mother to all,
mother to none.
i hear the ants
tunneling beneath
and the bugs flying above
the earth speaks and moves
and i listen...
the sky smiles,
the tides greet the moon
and I am but one small heartbeat
...............among millions
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