It is a magic flute that sings.
Dancing in twilight
muddied children know
the contours of love’s beat—
The Rain
no obstacle.
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It is a magic flute that sings.
Dancing in twilight
muddied children know
the contours of love’s beat—
The Rain
no obstacle.
rain is no obstacle at all, it is simply a tool for creating joy. =)
they do know… and more we could learn from
smiles…i kinda like the rain honestly…and there are many things we once knew as children we lose as we age…..
So true. I suppose there’s more than one reason so many utter that old phrase: “Youth is wasted on the young.” To think, for so many, if we could recapture that knowledge, that simple grace, but still have all that we now know? A wonder indeed…
Give me a mud puddle and bare feet and I’ll show you a happy camper…add finger paints…and I’m on the moon! Wonderful share, Chris! Loved it!
Agreed. Clearly, we both still have a touch of the kid in us!
True! Children love rain almost as much as candy.
Candy IN the rain…now there would be some energetic children.
Truth in simplicity, love in the rain, joy in the act of being. … all captured here eloquently and succinctly. Always a pleasure to read your work, Chris.
We spend so much of life complicating things…I think it would do a great many a great deal of good to stop, and to learn from those younger days…
Thank you for the smile, like Brian I respond to rain and sometimes have to remember I’m supposed to go inside.
so delicate and touching…we must remember the whimsy of our youth as it is the purest truth that we lose. Always enjoy your words my friend, hope you are well! ~ Rose
We spend much of life learning from those older than us; so little re-learning from those younger.
huge grin – love it!
Love it! Rain can be lovely….