Reaching
I don't understand
the making
of money.
The craft of reaching
in another's
with the mind.
I only understand
the reaching
in another's
mind
for the healing-
crafting wholeness
Rainy Nights inspire me to think. I love to open the windows and doors of my study and listen to the wind and the dripping rain in the tall Tulip Poplars around our little house. It settles my soul into being content with just being.
2 Comments:
That's quite profound and beautiful.
I don't understand the making of money either .
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