not all who wander are lost

not all who wander are lost

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Namasté, I see you

walking in the morning, the low hum-buzz of bees, the high sharp calls of a jay, I looked up into the precious face of a sunflower looking down upon me.

beheld, we both were for a moment, each gazing at the other.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

How nice to see and be seen.

Em