Sanding imperfections
I like my writing today. It still has edges needing trimming, sanding, finish sanding, yet it feels of me.
Then again, maybe the edges belong, like the intentional imperfections in a Japanese painting.
:- Doug.
I like my writing today. It still has edges needing trimming, sanding, finish sanding, yet it feels of me.
Then again, maybe the edges belong, like the intentional imperfections in a Japanese painting.
:- Doug.
This last might be the start of a poem, or it might be the whole.
:- Doug.
Reflect now to find beauty
you have found yourself
:- Doug.
Not so much a message have I but a gift received.
:- Doug.
Yes I know my meeting is only minutes away. Yet I am pulled to start this page.
There is much going through me, all the tenor of soft mellow flow. Some projects are pulls for the flow of the day. The flow is love, lovingkindness, reaching out. Reaching out might be the way to keep me light on my feet and upbeat. The presentation is a test run, more the first leg, the source of the stream.
I like writing like this.
:- Doug.