Wednesday 12 July 2017

My little friend!

































she talks to me at times,
my little friend at the window---
“there is none of my clan anywhere near,
where are the big saints of my world?”
ah my little friend, when they make
match-box homes for us to stay
they never share space,
your big saints don’t stay here,
sorry….
but I’ll tell you stories of your saints,
about those extended souls of mine;
you don’t whither,
stay happy
and connect me with the truth;
stay here…



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7 comments:

  1. Nice conversation with the plant and its wonder about the other larger plants and that it can help connect you with the truth.

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  2. In the city, the giant and ancient trees must seem very far away.

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  3. Good question... where are the big saints anyway?

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  4. A plant on the window sill can seem quite forlorn... sweet conversation.

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  5. Such a dear moment and reflection.

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  6. Such a wonderfully contemplative write!!❤️

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  7. Yes, a precious soul reflection..

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