May we meet at the crossroads of body, mind and spirit. Together we will enter the magic and learn to fly.

Dec 4, 2012

The River

A single drop of water slowly flows down the contour of a rose petal.  For a moment it clings tenaciously to the edge of the petal.  It then plummets down, past the windowsill, along the grey stone wall and finally colliding with the concrete sidewalk below.  A constant stream of feet rush by as the city grinds on through another day.  The sky is overcast and grey, covering the city within it's shadow.  Rain splashes against the window pane, flowing down the glass in rivulets and streams.  I sip my coffee slowly as I prepare to throw myself into the onslaught of life.

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