Letting the wind blow as I think of you.
My mind flows to earth uneven and unpathed.
Grace becomes mercy, and everything becomes all things in the mist of a dawn.
No time for sadness when the time is now.
No room for gratitude if you miss the pretty picture.
Looking within without a telescope of the view is humbling.
Open to greater possibility because anything is possible.
Thankful I’m here another day.
C. L Cunningham
Just a soulflower in a meadow🌻🌹
Artist unknown (if you know plz comment)