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sit to quiet
the morning sun –
here to cool the shade
stay without e’er a need
for words
watch across
the lazy field
as wings to breakfast
fall –
spiraling provision
to the light
rest
before the day returns
be as one with me –
the redtail hawk
and raven –
the ancient evergreen
smile
and I will feel it –
by the telling
in your hand
wrapped in mine
awaiting time to slow
mark the way
and I shall find us
waiting here this night –
sharing then
the gifts of love
beneath
a patient moon
. . .
tornadoday 
…smiling.
Himself
And isn’t that a wonderful place to be, dear Paul. ~ Love, Bobbie
when the beat speaks even the heart holds its breath to listen…
Nicely painted specially the Field’s scene
Love & Light
Your words describe it perfectly, Mira. It is the silence between the words – the eternity between breaths. Thank you so much, my dear one. ~ My love always, Bobbie
Mmm, sweet
🙂
Mmm, thank you! 😉 You’re way too kind, Vimal. But I love that. ~ Much ever, Bobbie
Glad you do. 🙂