I’ve looked for fruit in numbers
And what should be
If I’d arrive-
But the path I’d somehow found
Was through a door
To my own table
It was here
I had discovered-
Denying my convenience
Was to break the solemn bread
So, I lift the cup
And pass the wine
In memory now-
Looking not
For what’s to come
Or when I should arrive-
It isn’t numbers
Or to an end
It is within
This moment-
7 comments:
Yes! Wise words these:
"It isn’t numbers
Or to an end
It is within
This moment-"
How beautiful. and the photo is quite superb!
Excellent my friend.
You have a wonderful way with the written word, I love reading them and I enjoyed the photo very much. That header photo is absolutely gorgeous!
Wow, what an eye for color and form you have! It helps that you've got such great subjects, too. Thanx!
This is a beautiful shot and very well written post..Thanks for sharing..Unseen Rajasthan
Wonderful and deep words..
hope you have a wonderful day too..
I'm greatful to all of you for the delightful feedback-
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