Eyes follow the horizon
scanning for meaning in the fade,
the colors stacked in tandem
blended into almost one,
smooth.
They rise up to flight,
a million specks float on air
magical illusions create beauty
from solid to something more,
porous being.
We follow along below
as mirages take form becoming
remembered moments and faces
we see in the distance
as our depth of field comes to focus
and we become more in tune,
so alive and free,
floating.
That’s what I look for it. Sometimes I almost feel I’m there, and those fleeting moments are heavenly.
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That’s wonderful. 😊💜
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Thank you so very much 💜
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Thanks Kunal💜
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Thanks so much Derrick😊
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I’m always amazed too….never know but enjoying the ride💜
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Thanks Jane, in the fade is where the best things are found, on the precipice of becoming and being in one💜
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Thanks Mags, feeling so calm and at peace this holiday season. Normally it’s frantic and manic….just breathing and enjoying💜 Nostalgia is a blessing too, keeps love close to the heart💜
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We tend to search for meaning in everything we see… material solidity is only an illusion. A dreamy piece that evokes nostalgia.
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A dreamy positive poem. Scanning for meaning in the fade… what a lovely phrase.
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Wonderful where your wanderings take you.
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Marvellous musing
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Lovely!
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Beautiful
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