The writer’s mind Doesn’t know 'quiet', Although of course They say you can learn it. Walks, late night talks Secret cafes Beaches, moonlight and falling stars Even ice cream 'n cakes, None of these are escapes! They are sparks in a flame that never dissipates. But I am learning That it's an empathetic flame and it leans Into the wind. So why not let it lead? In a dance. It's a quick, quick, slow Pause and sigh At the marvel of the butterfly; that it can fly At all. At the sunflower, holding on so tight To its thousand seeds. Sigh at the grace of the flamingo Undeterred by their ego So serene and poised On just One Leg. We should smile Take time to find our style. Like water, even on an eclipse, (Especially on an eclipse) Why not work by the light of the moon? No need to fear contradiction We can rely on our intuition. If the beauty of fiction is hiding between the lines We shall find something that glistens And make it our mission. So, Dear one, Breathe in on the falling star, Breathe out As you click the shutter In a luxurious blink of an eye. The pen The camera Walking boots and all Your heart, Your soul Will be at peace, Happy At the thought That’s it’s you, Being you.
(We should smile ) ending (our mission ) I could imagine those words being said to rap . I don’t know where that came from but what do you think about that !! Pipp that was not your intention I guess it provokes different thought . 🌼
Ive read this quite often and there was something I couldn’t put my finger on until now. It’s one paragraph I will mention in a minute. It’s beautifully written and so enjoyed the story .