Sitting on the edge of the fountain, pondering life, I see something glittering in the water. I lean in to take a closer look, then reach into the tepid water and wrap my fingers around the sparkling unknown. My hand retreats from the water. I unwrap my fingers one at a time to unveil the treasure they hold, a stone with amethyst like hues.
Friday 6 January 2012
Wednesday 4 January 2012
3WW: Naughty / Tactic / Zenith
She sat, beginning her daily meditation
Thinking of her childhood
The times when she was naughty
The tactics she used to get out of trouble
Now gown up
Having learned the art of meditation
She hopes to reach the point of zenith
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