Like a blue sky that won’t clear
Of gray clouds hanging
Overhead above the treetops
So you paint a picture with paint and brush
Hoping that if, in your mind, all is well,
That it will be and simply is,
And you walk one step at a time
Watching the flowers bloom,
Smelling their scent on the wind
Until you decide maybe you are special
Or maybe you aren’t
But it doesn’t matter because you are Love
And Love flows in you and through you
Into the world, the Universe,
Making your sky sparkling blue.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
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