Sunday, 22 August 2010

Spontaneous

To me this all happens spontaneously
poems coming out of me effortlessly
and always bringing me further ahead
in understanding that what I did not yet

To see miracles in the ordinary
and the ordinary in miracles
makes life such a feast to be
as if constantly surrounded by angels
dancing butterflies, greeting me

Making me feel so light
seeing them fly in the sunlight so bright
am following on their wings
happy for the miracles it brings

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