Like Daisies Dipped in Dew.

Like Daisies Dipped in Dew.

The mind is constantly shifting, moving swiftly from thought to thought. Love lost and found again…conversations with our boss. How do we manage to find our peace?

Science now speculate over 50,000 thoughts per day – like floodwaters raging following an unforgiving storm.

And at the river’s edge, the heart waits – contemplating its fate. Is it fear that drives or is it faith which compels?

In any event, there is no pause to course; in the end, only what we believe remains.

As Marcus Aurelius once wrote, “the soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.” If this, and nothing else were true – mine would share the shade of daisies dipped in morning dew.

In peace…

Namaste ❤

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