Rain drops give Life.
After the rain is gone, puddle pools are created.
They are scary.
I am looking at them from a distance.
They carry life, they reflect, they shine.
I do'nt know how deep they are.
I could slip in, mess myself or get caught.
Monday, January 20, 2014
In the transience of constant change Is the impermanence of ME best held The circumstances around best hold The needed inner reflections of SELF.. I looked around to find the balance Life brewed best by restless STILLNESS And each LIFE situation an agency To one reality - ME amidst the MANY. ~ A