Nowhere to go,
no time to get there,
only here and now
and the bright light of morning.
Who we are rises
like islands in the sea
to comb the grasslands
and dance with the animals,
lightning on our fingertips,
kindness in our eyes.
Here and Now
Here and Now, always there
Thus the trilogy becomes one
The bee hive has its instructions
as morning appears
out of NO W here
Wow, this is exactly what I’m doing this morning……
Beautiful Don. Love the photo too.
aahhh…
Just Beautiful, Don, plain and simple and so much love! What a wonderful picture of your 3 generations!!!!
What a grand trilogy! Thank you, Don.