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It waits.
Currents of ice.
Splashes of salt.
Thrashes of rock.
It waits.
Swirling.
Circling.
Endless.
The water waits for me.
Source:Flickr / camillaskye
It waits.
Currents of ice.
Splashes of salt.
Thrashes of rock.
It waits.
Swirling.
Circling.
Endless.
The water waits for me.
Pebbles float in the water.
Too many pebbles to count.
The sea holds mystery for me.
It offers freedom from the grind.
It may hold the answers I seek.
I will join the floating pebbles.
Add one more to the endless pile.
“Oh, hello little animals.
Are you getting married today?”
No answer.
More bells.
One of the animals winks at me,
and then they both fly away.
I’m alone again.
All quiet,
except for those
annoying wedding bells.
The ground begins to shake.
Snow falls off the branches.
I look down and see a hole.
Is that for me?
I feel a hard push,
and then I’m falling.
Falling down this dark abyss.
What’s at the bottom?
Will I make it to the bottom?
Will I live to tell the tale?
Continued tomorrow.
What is out there?
Are we all alone
in this universe?
Are there others?
Other life forms
on planets far away.
Looking out at their sky
and asking the same question:
Are there others?
I love this picture!
It brings many images to mind.
Climb the stairs.
Your time is limited.
Reach the top
before it’s too late.
Before time stops
and so do you.
Walk through the door to your imagination.
Endless possibilities and dreams await you.
As endless as the sky and stars above.
Don’t ever limit yourself or your mind.
Dare to explore the unknown.
The next day, the sun rises
and shows us its cheerful face.
Our hope is renewed like the new day.
We must remember that the
sun rises each and every morning.
And we must rise with it—with hope
in our hearts for new beginnings.
THE MOON HAS ITS OWN UNIQUE BEAUTY.
IT COMES OUT AT NIGHT TO REPLACE THE SUN.
ITS WHITE GLOW SHINES UPON US ALL.
WITHOUT THE MOON, THE NIGHT WOULD BE
DARKER AND SCARIER.
THANK YOU MOON.
THE BEAUTY OF LIFE AND NATURE
CAN NEVER BE REPLICATED.
photo by Marko Stavric
Where can our footsteps lead us?
To death?
To walk into the ocean and to say
goodbye to all we know.
Or to life?
To climb the rocks to get a better
look at the ocean and the sky.
I choose the second option.
The first option is way too limited.
Death is the end—the period at the
end of the sentence,
with no more words left to say.
Life, on the other hand, is open and free.
There are endless possibilities to experience
once you choose to live life.
Carry on my wayward son….
by Robert Heeley
THE FORCE
THE BEAUTY
THE MAGIC
OF NATURE.
ALL COULD BE FOUND
IN ONE PICTURE.