All My Quiet Places
Stillness and quiet is such a rarity these days
The herds of cars and people rush on by me
To their daily destination of chaos and disorder
As I sit on a rock and watch them pass
There is no slowness in this world today
Only panic and stress formed out of our own mistakes
And I sit on a rock and watch them pass
But quiet places lay hidden in the deserts and forests
And beside rushing, snow-fed streams along mossy-green tapestries
While I lay on a rock and watch its waters pass
I cherish all my quiet places
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2 comments:
That looks like a funky place to meditate!
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Amen brother!
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