Gratitude by Meetu
moon seemed sprinkled with glitters
shining through drapes of night
breeze so calm and soothing
thought to stay awake
a little more
heaven so vast yet humbled
my gratitude to you
before i forget before i am no more
u never asked for anything in return
wish i can pack my bags
hold my guitar and air in my lungs
walk away to unknown destinations
everyone including me a stranger
a forgotten song on my lips
a forgotten rhythm on strings
in the laps of nature
(Link to: Heal the World)
Monday, March 20, 2006
'In the Lap of Nature'
I feel like I am constantly howling for healing in this world. There’s so much hatred and although it can be energizing for a time (or forever for some) I find that although it is easier to create for vice and malevolence, it takes much more strength and bravado to create for benevolence, excellence. Thus, I’ve posted the beginning of a poem from “Heal the World’s” blog. There’s a link below to read the rest, which links directly to that blog, which is not mine. I’m just a collector and surveyor of beauty throughout the blogosphere.
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One of Meetu's best
jac: I love glitter-sprinkled moons shining through drapes at night too. Especially when the breeze is calm and soothing, as Meetu writes as we remember we too are strangers with forgotten songs and forgotten rhythms on strings… I really love this poem Meetu wrote.
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