Words are not just words
they are kisses
on the lips of silence
that speak of your essence

Saturday, April 2, 2011

April Snow Meditation

April Snow Meditation
Is it true?
Can we prove it?
Every snowflake, is it really unique?
We can set up the lab,
we can write the software,
we can experiment, measure and decide
and maybe even earn a prize for all that work.
Or we can just…Believe.



Migue said...

For me it means, that life is not so dificult as we pretend it to be.

Things are there, beautiful by themselves, waiting for us to look at them.

And normally we don't look at them. Just a few people do it and you are one of them, this poem is the proof.

That's what it means for me :)

Is it still snowing there? :)

zoe said...

ah! so much simpler!

diane said...

I believe in you dear Vesna this has all the positive energy I adore about you and Nick Cave...sigh...