Sunday, August 17, 2008

SUNDAY IS FOR POETRY: The Now


A crystal ball,
Not at all.

There is no future.
Only plans made.
All an illusion.
All dreams.

Now, just be.
Now, just breathe.
Now, flow with each moment
Which promises all that will be.

**written by petra michelle**

http://whoseroleisitanyway.blogspot.com
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11 comments:

i beati said...

lovely it's like you live in my head .. do you ??

john.g. said...

Very good, what's the plant?

Enzie at World Market Portraits said...

What a lovely poem Petra. Thank you for visiting my blog. I would be honored if you add me to your blog list.

Vielen Dank!

Blog Stalker said...

Another great post!

Mama Zen said...

Gorgeous!

pixlhead said...

hello petra
another very nice poem

thanks for the visit
its always nice to hear from you

not sure if i was still in chelsea
but could be
was over where all the galleries are btween 10th and 11th
i like it there
its still a little beat up

Wordcrafter said...

Hello Petra, a friend of the minx is most welcome, nice to find your blog too, will add you to my list too. . Will return to read more when I have a bit more time. www.owlnight.com

Tammy said...

That was beautiful!

morton said...

very fluid. nice.

White Rose said...

Beautiful! So hard for us to learn to just be!

Thanks for visiting my blog!

aoc gold said...

THE WIND

(Part I)

Who has seen the wind?

Neither I nor you;

But when the leaves hang trembling,

The wind is passing through.

(Part II)

Who has seen the wind?

Neither you nor I;

But when the trees bow down their heads,

The wind is passing by.

O wind , why do you never rest,

Wandering, whistling to and fro,

Bring rain out of the west,

From the dim north bringing snow?

~by wow powerleveling