I long to walk the world
without a single care,
down every street in innocence,
entranced by ordinary miracles —
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I, too, long for those new old streets, wishing to walk down them as well, and find an adventure or to, or a miracle of something unexpected that I just know is waiting there for me...Beautiful essence of joy..Thanks, Max! !
I agree with you Max. Very well written with a message of undying significance. And though it is supposed to be as simple as caring for nothing, to vacate the mind...it is usually the hardest ambition. ~_~
I like your dream, Max, especially 'refining, tamping down...' and the essence of joy at last. We all need to remember to do that. Raynette
this one's edited from Saturday, when it had these 2 comments: Amanda Lukas (3/17/2007 2: 42: 00 PM) The metaphoric contrast of life and death here is quite well done: ..'and dead lead skies that send life-giving rain...' A fabulous work, Max. Thank you. Anna Russell (3/17/2007 2: 20: 00 PM) A swirling, hope-filled write. Lovely. Hugs Anna xxx
Breathing in and distilling the wonders of the everyday world into oneself is a part of the essence of happiness indeed.... a calming, thought-provoking piece to read - love it Max. t x