Resting by the mountain side, in a grassy field of clover.
Fragrant breezes fill my nose, as I dream of floating over,
Over hills and treetops, feeling lucid in the air,
Not really going anywhere, just happy to be there.
I feel so angelic here, floating in the sky,
A peaceful meditation as my astral spirit fly's.
Friends appear from powder puffs of clouds, abundant there,
To say hello and let me know, I'm remembered in their prayers.
Resting by the mountain side is where I love to be,
No other place is quite the same for flying up to see,
Our beautiful earth in limbo, blue and green from shore to shore,
So take a rest, enjoy the view, allow yourself to soar.
The imagery is wonderful and the poem just seems to make you want to drift away. I really enjoyed this! I hope you get out of overload mode soon, best wishes. ~Z~
Timeless wisdom and advice on the art of living for today’s young and old: The art of thinking, the art of loving, the art of working, the art of leadership, the art of growing old.
A new translation by Sergio E. Serrano of this inspirationa
Potential meets purpose for great accomplishments in the life of a young student.
A young student is interested in learning coding programs. He applies and is rejected because of his age. He does not give up and tries again and is accepted. Eventu
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