Tuesday 24 March 2020

Local lanes

I walk from the house
round local lanes
full of silence and emptiness.
I meet only curious cows and
singing birds.
The empty lanes are full
zinging with life and energy
the season ready to spring forth.
All I see is a reflection of my heart
joyous, calm, immeasurably peaceful.
Love abounds
the substance of every molecule
of greening moss
reflecting puddle
squelching mud.
The open sky
the rain-filled clouds
the grandeur of the trees
each pulsating love
raining love
being love.
© 4 Mar 20

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