The Spiral Library
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An organized collection of musings, inspiration, creation, questions, answers, thoughts, feelings, and more.
Poem №036
Mom!
Ready?
Yes!
They climb to the top
joy beaming from
their triumphant grins.
Over their shoulders
they look to me
for proof of my
unwavering attention.
The air
smells like summer
and we have
nowhere else to be
but here.
Poem №007
We drove to the seashore
and spent the day playing in the sand.
We stayed until the sun went down
and drove home past the wildflowers.
They fell asleep in the backseat.
Sun-kissed cheeks, full hearts.
Happy, grateful, more please
“You find peace not by rearranging the circumstances of your life, but by realizing who you are at the deepest level.”
—
Eckhart Tolle