Thursday, May 23, 2013

Thursday Poem - Clouds are flowing

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


Cindy said...

"...what a miracle to be". Yes, it is. Thank you.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

I agree
Miracles everywhere..

Sky said...

such a beautiful and serene image!