(13-10-07)
A flower blooms,
fragrant
true to form
and intention.
Unplucked
blossoms.
Eyes behold beauty .
Unbidden,
growing
flourishing –
sweet aroma and attraction.
Sands shift in the desert,
ever-changing,
creating wondrous forms,
enveloping and enticing,
lost.
Undulating,
soothing,
hidden life below.
Rain
make the desert bloom.
Unformed
infants
nurtured
into maturity
clinging and growing
seeds taking form
fulfilling
potential.
Spirit
blossoming,
flourishing
with love.
What a beautiful testimonial on Life:) ty
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I love the desert. I have a large picture of it bought for me by hubby. It has one solitary figure in it, hiking and leaving footprints soon to be blown away. I love that, even when the footprints disappear as if no-one had ever been there, new life will grow.
And I just like looking at it.:)x
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