Strolling our memory lane...not a storm in sight.
Colorful reflections from birth address the trees,
fulfilling the yearning of an empty declining bench
in retrospect, with pink and blue remedial of stability.
Mind in a vortex, spinning... as our young bodies
advance in strides, passages of relative thinking,
with awareness of breathing...you take my hand.
Suspended in this ephemeral moment...
imminent threshold beaming...with invitation to navigate,
quiescence the moment...as lamp light showcases leaves cascading, seeking to unite for path of purpose...despite
a whirling wind.
In Pink and Blue Zen ~ Purple magnificence of becoming One.
(c)copyright15February2011vivianldawson
Quite captivating, both poem and graphic.
with all the ephemera removed,
no blockage of true vision.
Fine exploration, Vivian, fine indeed.
John
Blessings,
Christine