… No matter what … the world claims,
its wisdom always growing, so it’s said.
Stay young, always, in the theater of
your mind …
But perhaps you’re still sleeping.
I could wake you…
But so could I shake the petals from
the wild rose which blossoms
so silently and perfectly, and I do not …
Slowly the morning climbs toward the day,
do you feel its hope, its hand in your hand? – Mary Oliver, Collection –
PiYo Monday 8:00 am
Sleep Well …
William
