Adrift...

Soft sweet thought, akin to the most delicate touch of a snowflake or a Rose petal caress. Upon a slumbered eye, a mute lip and quiet ear the morning cast its mystical spell. Silken water, languid and dark, makes its journey from womb of earth to waterfall end. Today, my most beautiful companion is at her rest, taking her time...

In crowded solitude with an impatient mind and restful heart I sit. The misty figures without features drift past, like wispy clouds across a hazy sky. I take little notice as their clutter and noise disturb the air around me. The Sun shines with no effort, lackadaisical and nondescript.

Folks dash by. Where does their journey take them? What will this amazing life bring for them today ? Spinning around, on a spinning ball, in a spinning Universe. I am motionless, barely there. Stillness.....as if the cosmos has buried its centre in me, a little core of immobile substance.

Sometimes you can feel like you are just adrift, other times you have purpose, today....... well, let's just see, shall we?


(ps. The day didn't do anything horrid. I coasted along gratefully.... happy....alive and smiling.)