Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Sense and non


Yesterday, while raking leaves, I thought,
The senses are open doors the mind walks through;
And then I thought, The mind itself is a sense;
Thus the pile grew; And the world I know,
I dwelt on, and in, Is a sense, too;
And that sense is kind,
To bide the like
Of you.



3 comments:

Lorraine Renaud said...

What is not to love, the way you write about a single leaf, about life in a smile, every and nothing, I love it all :)

William Michaelian said...

I am very fortunate. Thank you, Lorraine, for each and every one of the beautiful pictures and thoughts you post on your blog.

Lorraine Renaud said...

oh...thank you William...means a lot to me :)