I am only in this moment breathing and walking my mind quiet Roads bordered with pastures sheep grazing bodies moving slowly I am like the sheep purposeless in this moment and it frees me I am only here Blue skies above green trees below mountains linking the two rich cedar in my nose carried by…… Continue reading A Purposeless Moment
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Made of Water
A cooling breeze steadies the soul my toes in the silky sand fondling the lingering warmth as afternoon sighs into an evening The salty water breathes heavily against the shore deeply and rhythmically as if asleep We as a race love the water how it makes us feel weightless lifting us away from the world…… Continue reading Made of Water
Duty
“No thank you. I don’t want a drink.” I said. I was on Earth for business, not for pleasure. Even on my planet I didn’t drink. I liked to keep my mind clear. I didn’t like to participate in activities that would present me as anything other than stoic. “Water, then?” the bartender asked. I…… Continue reading Duty