The undulating wood slopes down
to the rhythm of mountain streams.
To me this rhythm is revealing You,
the Eternal Word.
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– but man can wonder!
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(Once this very wonder was given a name: “Adam.”
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– First part of Ruah, the Spirit of God hovered above the waters in the Stream, the Poetry of John Paul II, Roman Triptych meditations.
Indeed, I continue to drink the blue and gray sky of time from yesterday to tomorrow.
Always first step leads making fresh and great movement. It could be vented on the way, move ups and downs and even stopped. I wonder of how the flowers and trees in my forest of life could be beautiful on my journey in variety and harmony for this year.
Calmness before the Storm.
Encomium of the nature in this rainy day, 3rd Sunday of Easter, is praising utterly the heart of the creator.
from far beyond
the distance of millennium
Now some of the eternity
in my space.
Dirge is banished
in this Spring.
Rather staying in the eye of the storm than chasing the tail of the storm.
Being able to accept the growing limits and the moment of freedom.
Tomorrow is here in the air. Yesterday is here in the root. Today is here in budding.