prose

Under the sky we are
And it was nature that was my friend
He's, movement and energy
Rises from the walks and paths

There is less distraction to the beauty ou can see, I am drawn ever more to that 
which I can feel"


And I have no thought, just the wind, though thoughts try to grab me, pathways 
to travel that blow in and out with the wind........

I am not those thoughts, for they are ever changing and while the light reflects 
an every changing me, I am always me......

Morning !!!

-kmg. Nyc. 2013