Some of us are mornings. Rising in the early hours. Living for beginnings.
Some of us are rivers. Flowing in eternity. Giving birth to their paths.
Some of us are mountains. Faithfull to the vertical. Seeing the next. Hard as rocks.
Some of us are meadows. Filling the air with light. Embracing the soul.
Some of us are trees and some of us are green forests. Keeping together the power of one in all.
Some of us are volcanos. Shaking earth and forever seeking the forbidden calm of the spirit.
Some of us are lakes. Reflecting the waves of emotions. Housing the silence. Hiding the turmoil of the mind.
Some of us are sweet hills with grapes and green grass. Smiling autumns in beautiful colors.
Some of us are floating ice blocks. Protecting the cold from inside. Willing to melt under the heat of the heart's smiles.
Some of us are oceans. Carrying the deep of the deepest secrets. Trying hard not to use their unstoppable power. Delusive calm, breathing in the rythm of the Moon’s heart.
Some of us are plane fields of golden grain waiting to feed the hungry souls.
Some of us are fluffy clouds. Travelling high. Seeing all. Sometimes crying with heavy drops of rain.
Some of us are tiny mountain springs. No name mothers of the succesful river.
Some of us are misty valleys. Holding the void. Wraping the obvious in a mistery veil.
Some of us are beautiful flowers. Fragile and struggling with their own ephemeral perfection.
Some of us are white winters. Freezing all the sins under the snow blanket. Giving back hope, and a fresh start to everyone.
Some of us are travelling winds. Carrying seeds. Whispering thoughts. Connecting all that it is. Creating the posible from nothing.
Some of us are storms. Blessing and purifying with the power of water.
And some of us are sunsets. Gentle light surrendering to the silver line of silent wisdom.
Photo: Six...by Krzysztof Browko
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