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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665
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My eyes squint at the brilliant December sun. The 25th, morning of rare beauty bright. Fair, with bell clear call of wildbirds. Stately standing trees surrounded by golden green fields. Branches bare, spreading to the mercy of winter skies. Pale clouds flying high, ghost-like, haunting all below. Small skeins of geese flying swiftly, high up, arrow shapes cutting the skies to the horizon. Desire for nothing except desirelessness,hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes, want nothing and you will have everything.avatar Meher Baba. |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
Vivid scenes, I have several snapshots in mind, winter brings the most beautiful ones to thought. ~ARH "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take - but by the moments that take our breath away." |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Yes for Christmas day it was such a quiet and beautiful scene, cold but bathed in sunshine...with a dusting of frost ...thank you ARH for your reply... Goldenrose. Desire for nothing except desirelessness,hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes, want nothing and you will have everything.avatar Meher Baba. |
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