Sunday, March 3, 2013

Meditation Exercise (Update with Visual)

















No matter how lost I am, 
Morning after morning 
I find myself walking by 
Grove after grove of blessèd olives, 
Arms outstretched to the sky. 

(Updated Monday, March 4)








3 comments:

  1. Me too..Me too Vassilis...them arms outstretched is as far i want to reach out every day...somehow i seem content

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  2. Vassilis,

    funny, when I was in Greece I'd heard the poor old trees seemed split down the middle for very grief. It's perhaps why we shouldn't wish longevity on anyone/anything.

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  3. Thanks for dropping by, guys--I took the liberty of updating this post and adding a photo which I hope will make the poem a little bit clearer--at least from the perspective of the olives trees.

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