even without a photograph filled with colour
or the simplicity of black and white,
rather simply with thought.
because isn't it so...
that what we see deep down within,
with our heart and with our mind,
are the pictures we bring to life?
the pictures we create?
and then learn to share?
it's early morning
and i'm slowly getting ready to find my way to work.
i'm sitting here with my cup of coffee,
pen and paper in hand
and manifesting my day.
writing lists and filling my book with thoughts
as though writing these words on my heart.
little reminders of what i want and need to do with the day
but also reminders and thoughts of what i want to do with life.
these are the quiet moments i like.
the morning brings a quiet peace with itself
and it feels like a new page, a blank page
in this wonderous thing we call our "book of life".
and the day stands before us,
like a litte mystery that wants to unfold.
and we get to write the lines,
one by one by one by one.
i want to watch a glorious day unfold.
i want to write powerful and beautiful words in my day,
i want to write a chapter that has its continuations,
but that leaves the last sentence of the day
with a smile on the face
and an open door.
waiting with passion and curiousity
and what words are written on your heart today?