Tall vertical stones with their leaning rock consorts float within a sea of white sand and gravel raked to perfection into rippling waves in a contrastingly calm, even plane. This little garden, an oasis of zen energy, unassuming and nonsanctimonious, helps keep me afloat when I find myself tossed by waves of undisciplined thought, reminding me that I - like the garden - am an amalgam, not of sand and gravel and rock, but of body, mind and spirit; and that I, too, am perfectly patterned for my own even plane of unassuming and nonsanctimonious existence.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Afloat
This is a very beautiful poem.
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Thank you.
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What a beautiful image of what it means to be human. I love this simile, and your photo.
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Thank you!
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