There is the head
With thoughts that churn
This world turning, spinning.
All.
Everything .
Thoughts.
Feelings .
Regurgitation and recycled meanings
No morning will ever exist that I don’t wake into it
Thinking
And feeling
Vibrating butterfly wings
momentarily beating against the walls of my existence
Yet|and |but |and I
The sun warms my wings
Breath turns to steam
I see
beneath all
Love
*and nothing else really matters.
I love the positivity of this, Kate, and those butterfly wings —
Have you noticed John how butterflies wait for the warmth to become airborne?
no I haven’t; you’re very observant —
Photography mixed with poetry/writing I think John, I’m reading a great book called “your brain on art” it points to creativity being extraordinarily good for healthy brains
then you and I are in a good place, Kate 🙂
So are you John. You are writing most days and sharing your art 😊
A wonderful poem of life as we live the daily process, Kate! 💕
Thanks Cindy 💕
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You are so right! Thinking, feeling and love… truly all that matters