Clouds are flowing in the river, waves are flying in the sky.
Life is laughing in a pebble. Does a pebble every die?
Flowers grow out of the garbage, such a miracle to see.
What seems dead and what seems dying makes for butterflies
to be.
Life is laughing in a pebble, flowers bathe in morning dew.
Dust is dancing in my footsteps and I wonder who is who.
Clouds are flowing in the river, clouds are drifting in my tea,
On a never-ending journey, what a miracle to be!
Eveline Beumkes
3 comments:
"...what a miracle to be". Yes, it is. Thank you.
I agree
Miracles everywhere..
such a beautiful and serene image!
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