The fluttering curtains. The rough stone wall.
The rhythm of the leaves in concert with the wind chimes.
Clearer.
A fertile space, bombarded by life, love, tragedy.
Nourishing.
The thin film of perspiration responding to the warm tea.
The cup cooling to ambient.
Connected.
An ageing body shaped by rich diverse experience.
A backward glance to a faraway waning peak.
Acceptance.
Countless journeys guiding me here.
Tomorrows destinations biased by passion and purpose.
Mystery, uncertainty, yet infinite clarity bound together.
An unconscious knowing, omnipresent.
Contentment.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 6:37 AM UTC
The fluttering curtains. The rough stone wall.
The rhythm of the leaves in concert with the wind chimes.
Clearer.
A fertile space, bombarded by life, love, tragedy.
Nourishing.
The thin film of perspiration responding to the warm tea.
The cup cooling to ambient.
Connected.
An ageing body shaped by rich diverse experience.
A backward glance to a faraway waning peak.
Acceptance.
Countless journeys guiding me here.
Tomorrows destinations biased by passion and purpose.
Mystery, uncertainty, yet infinite clarity bound together.
An unconscious knowing, omnipresent.
Contentment.
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