Don't you sometimes feel like a windowed flower?
Windowed Flower
Don't you sometimes feel like a windowed flower?
Don't you sometimes feel like a windowed flower?
I was strolling barefoot through the garden Thinking about what to write to you this week When I came upon a fallen chaffinch, Under a withered rosebush. Had I not been minding my toes through the grass, I would have not seen it. Such are most men - tall enough not to look down as … Continue reading About a Chaffinch
Next time someone asks you How are you? Answer them I Am. They may not understand. They may ask you again -- How are you? You just answer them I Am. Between well and unwell, happy and sad Life simply is, You simply are. You were once a speck of the sun. You were forged … Continue reading You Are (Isn’t That Great?)