When it was a branch
on the cottonwood tree,
the driftwood never imagined
it could travel—
and now look at it, softened,
smoothed, riding the current.
Oh heart, what have you
yet to imagine?
March 20, 2020 by Rosemerry
When it was a branch
on the cottonwood tree,
the driftwood never imagined
it could travel—
and now look at it, softened,
smoothed, riding the current.
Oh heart, what have you
yet to imagine?
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged cottonwood, transformation, tree | 6 Comments
Ahhh…yes! What have we yet to imagine? This poem will guide me today! Thank you! Love you! May the calm light of compassion guide you – now and always. Namasté my friend
thank you, dear Augusta! I will let it guide me, too … come on imaginal cells!
love this
Thank you, Mary … so much changing so fast. May you be well.
Change can bring forth such wonderful things and events. I am ready to ride the wings of change. Great post.
ahhh, such a open place to be … thanks, Geri. Sometimes I am brave enough to be there, too!!