In the morning
the light flickers—
every place it touches is unnamed.
I forget
my silk-spun dreams & losing heart.
I am open. I am soft.
I move into the silence
but I know I can’t stay.
— Michelle Tudor, This is Not the Place
Notes:
- Photo: NoelleBuske – “Magia” (via Mennyfox55)
- Poem: Michelle Tudor via couvertures de sérénité
- Prior “Lightly child, lightly” Posts? Connect here.
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
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Wow lovely
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It is…I’m with you
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🙂
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at least good to stop by each day, if even for a moment –
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Yes…
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Lonely yet warmed for the moment.
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Yes, me too…but I re-read it several times to return to the peaceful easy feeling… 🙂
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Beautiful! ❤
Diana xo
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“I am open. I am soft. I move into the silence” Always want to stay. 🙂
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And you are mostly there!
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Yeah true, thats because I dont have a T-shirt! 🙂
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I had you pegged a bit higher on economic food chain.
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Lovely. So lovely.
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