Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Small ripples become a part of daily life...far to often the calm is disturbed.Wonderful words, William...this is how they spoke to me~
Thank you, Jan. That, too, changes everything. I’m glad.
I've taken a long break from commenting on anything anywhere, William, but I couldn't pass this one by without telling you how simple, beautiful, and profound it is. I'm heartened by your daily (or almost daily) practice, and amigo, just a tad envious!
Many thanks, Joe. I know how busy you are these days. At present I’m very fortunate to have the time and semi-sanity a daily rhythm requires. Take care of yourself. Thanks again.
I, try to comment.I read, “changes everything” .... I think that not there is difference.We “stone”, we enter in a state of quiet, as the leaf gets carried away serenely.William ... I can have interpreted badly.
Dino, I don’t think so. I have looked at “You, a stone” several times today, and each time I have found a slightly different poem.For instance, maybe now is a leaf in the wind....And so I do not ask, which interpretation is bad, and which is good? I see no need to measure at all.Thank you....
Stones ripples and I love the swaying of water, the leaf well it knows its time...I love water and all its mood and in its acceptance of anything...I love this so much
Thanks very much, Lorraine....
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