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becoming, bliss, connection, fearless, grace, life, love, nature, passion, reason, restless, spirit, truth, wandering, wisdom
sometimes
my hopes are scattered
til I can’t find the ends
of where I was –
and where I’ll come
again
forsaken
by my wilderness –
delivered by the day
hands to wrap
in secrets
from the night
miracle of waking up
awash in certain grace –
count of blessings
one –
ten thousand more
gather now my wishes
and spill them to the stars –
tho beg me not to watch
unless they fall
to places
unremembered
by the moment to my soul
such fragile few –
I know them all
by name
morning rears
her shiny crown
as dewdrops to the lawn –
longing waits my bliss
before the sun
. . .
tornadoday 
So very beautiful and soothing the words of this song! The blend of the image greatly enhances the message of your words.
Thank you, Wendell. I thought the image really added something to this……..and reminded me of the many times (night or day) when I stumble out the door with nothing but a quilt and a desire to watch the universe becoming. Even in thinking of it, I must remain myself to breathe. Thank you so much. ~ Love, Bobbie
very beautiful, love, Linda
Thank you, my dearest Linda. I know you know. ~ My love ever, Bobbie