she was always coming or going,
life and love at light speed,
until she became only
the coming and the going,
until the going became imminent,
a glimpse of ‘what if’,
prying wide her eyes,
forcing her to see that
her feet were rooted in the moment,
which was fleeting
best pay attention
-image via Pixabay
Heart Breathings 
Really loved this; wise, beautiful and lyrically light. Great poem!
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Thank you so much!
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Love this, Sista
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Thanks, Rita. Love you!
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That’s a good warning. I tend to feel like that, always coming and going but never slowing to pay attention to what’s going on around me. My life is defined as a whirlwind, though I would rather be a summer breeze.
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Some circumstances dictate the whirlwind, like having children, but I really want to pay attention. It’s so easy not to, especially with electronics and what not so readily available. I just really want to interact with people. To love. A summer breeze sounds magnificent. Maybe one day?!?!
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