inexplicable awe
Sitting in silence
Hearing the breeze echo through the cracks in the old, worn house in which I live
Sleeping sweet furry child lies on the floor next to me in his calm silence, breathing up and down, in and out , again and again and again
Often it is the most simple, yet indescribable things through which beauty resonates.
Sometimes it is like our own private morse code . Only we know its meaning, having experienced it through the windows of our own soul. Expression. Emotion. So personal, so intangible, so inexplicable Sometimes I ache trying to understand it. Sometimes, I am so overwhelmed, feeling a sense of timelessness and left in utter awe.
copyright 2009 Alisa Barry
Hearing the breeze echo through the cracks in the old, worn house in which I live
Sleeping sweet furry child lies on the floor next to me in his calm silence, breathing up and down, in and out , again and again and again
Often it is the most simple, yet indescribable things through which beauty resonates.
Sometimes it is like our own private morse code . Only we know its meaning, having experienced it through the windows of our own soul. Expression. Emotion. So personal, so intangible, so inexplicable Sometimes I ache trying to understand it. Sometimes, I am so overwhelmed, feeling a sense of timelessness and left in utter awe.
copyright 2009 Alisa Barry
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