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Snowyteller's avatar

Gazes too, like the wind pass by...

Sometimes harsh, sometimes gentle and often uncaring.

We yearn on the whole for gazes like a sunbeam.

Yet a moment on a bench what can be done?

Little but remembering, even the most severe winds, sunbeams and gazes are a gift, that we can see or feel anything at all.

It's easy to forget amid noise of that gift of existence.

Even in most wretched state, what a joy to exist at all.

A little time just taking in the gift of existence is a wonderful when this is remembered and a dreadful thing when in the rush and noise, worries cloud the mind.

Thanks for sharing, it's always good to be reminded of the song that sings when we are silent.

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Jo Taylor's avatar

This is lovely! I love to sit and people watch and I've noticed in the past few years that they are getting freaked out! But, the outcome is worth it.

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