Hello and hi-ho.
The day has been drifting, the time inching, and I’ve taken the opportunity to enjoy the present, enjoy my family, and take on as many cuddles from my little boy as can be tolerated.
But it did bring a thought. One I feel we all tend to ask ourselves when losing traction or focus. What am I doing?
A poem:
Thought.
The power of the mind, the traction of our thoughts, the power we give the things that are so, so irrational.
Love.
A feeling, tremendously fragile, tempting fate, tempting life, Love. An underrated, understated, most verbally related form of justified sensation.
Thoughts.
The darkness shrouds, and the light is fleeting, my mind is always staying to task, oh no, no it’s not, the darkness shrouds, the thoughts they stick, no they don’t. Thoughts.
Like butterflies bouncing from chest to mind to mind to hand to hand to foot,butterflies bounce and bounce with thoughts and feelings, emotions dark and light, the butterflies bounce and bounce flutter and trounce, and all I want is to collect them in order smallest to biggest, smallest to biggest.
Love and thoughts thoughts and love I say hi-ho and so it goes to repeat another, to repeat another, to repeat another.
End.
C’est la vie
Goodnight and good morning, good morning and good night.
Nosce Te Ipsum
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