I exist in prolific ponderings, defined as poetry in motion. As the ripple of our touch sends gentle waves to hearts, we inspire others to create.
Which would you choose to be?
Did you notice the duck’s reflection? Does he even care? And what of the gold fish? Does he dream of flying away with the duck?
Does a house care about anything that exists within or outside of it’s walls?
I always worried about growing old. I am lucky to be alive. My death desires up until 6 months ago were prolific. As far as choosing bird or fish, red or white, i have no answer. Just an abundance of thoughts. And as for the wrinkles… i will keep them. Grateful to be alive, no matter the secret desires.
For now, i remain hidden in the mystery of life. 💜🌏🕊🎶🎶🎶
And so do i, so do I dear Jeanne
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Pondering life does allow for introspection. How we allow our surroundings to reflect choices of either/or! How a house can chose of a fish can reflect upon a duck’s reflection. Prolific thoughts that give existential meaning to our time on earth.
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Absolutely Robert! Love those thoughts! It may seem futile to be consumed with thinking but then how else do we live if not for thoughts to guide us?
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I will keep my wrinkles also. They are a testament to my past. I am also lucky to have lived this long, beyond the sudden misses with death. Each day is a joy now. The future will come as it may. Thanks for sparking my prolific thoughts on existence. Love the photo of the duck and fish, Jeanne. ❤
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Oh yes! Thanks Olga! 💜
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I think the duck and the goldfish would make lovely forever friends 🙂
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Ah, it is as if you saw them playing. They were interacting with each other. It was fun to watch! 💜😁
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Yes
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