there is a fine line between pleasure and pain there are bad moments between life and death there is black space between here and the sun there is night when there is no light and there is only dark on the other side of the moon
On this sombre Sunday morning the day is typically quiet and under the hanging grey clouds there is a whispering cool breeze for the birds to hover upon where they uniquely monitor the unpredictable world below
And while lazily meandering I cannot help but wonder what do the birds perceive? of us, unappreciative homo-sapiens as we continue to vandalize our sacred planet and randomly ravage our own nest
“The Wild”, lyrics, Mumford & Sons
We saw birth and death Can’t we be still What makes you kind From where comes your sparkling mind
Was it under the earth? Tied up in a knot Which I forgot you were ever there
Do not be afraid Do not be afraid
What’s that I see? I think it’s the wild Puts the fear of God in me
And was there a grudge Up from the dust Inconceivable lie
What’s that I see? I think it’s the wild Puts the fear of God in me
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“One Day” at a Time/or, Is There Time?
Time to relax Time for coffee and a snack Time for observing Time for listening
Time is neither lost nor found Time rebounds Without a sound