I am a feather, loose.
Floating downward, spiralling.
Gently riding the breeze.
Through the clear.
Through the clouds.
Over land and water.
I am time.
Passing through yet standing still.
I am joy.
Light reflected upon a water’s ripple.
A fading echo.
A jubilant smile.
A thought.
Of days gone by; of days to come.
Inspiration.
Memory.
I am a feather, loose.
And this is the journey I embrace.
May you continue to be that feather Tom.. Gliding and fluttering effortless upon the breeze of life.. No weight to hold, just following the flow… Knowing that where ever we land we have been divinely guided my friend…. Hold on, as I have a feeling very soon we are going to see Light drifting into the darkest of places… ❤
Thanks VK… but you know me! When I drift off, I manage to get myself back again! 🙂
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No worries, Chris! 🙂 I can see blurry emojis, just some I can’t make out! And I’ll be able to see (if I use the specs correctly!) on Thursday. 🙂
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Thanks, Debbie (I think this is on the wrong post, but I know what you’re referring to! 🙂 ).
And yes, me too. I either lose something that doesn’t have a replacement, or lose both! 🙄🙂
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