Random Thoughts

In thought
Quiet as if a soft moving melody
Walking in the morning
Singing as if no one were about
Almost dancing
Almost gliding
Taking a picture
Photographing my energy
In visual
They are longings that will be seen once again
It’s a quiet moment come home to soul
Opening corridors toward
Something unknown
This is a momentary blessing…
Or is it lofty place
Where cumbersome thoughts trickle out
When they have found safety
To be explored..
There are many gifts
In everything
And as I sing them inside
Are they seen or heard from the outside…

copyright 11/27/08 Dharma Barbara Rose Guada