Words snapshots & photographic poems
My existence slowly flows in a sea of tranquility,
looking at small things.
this poem ripples out in my thoughtsthe universal through the personal...and what is left unsaid
The curious reader may be interested in what produced the ripples in the water: there is a very tiny frog swimming there.It caught my attention while I was resting next to a mountain lake and I saw ripples forming on the very calm water surface, not realizing what was the cause for them.Thank you Kat for your very inspiring words.
P.S.I have read the Tao Te Ching. It's a good one.