This year has witnessed a world of multi-natural disasters, especially
At this harvest season.
Having pondered and worried, I can only pray and send out my blessings.
May everyone at peace
May abundance abound
carpet of evening clouds
of our country spreads about
energetic, so proud
mountain of maple trees
emerge in a passionate red sea
waves sweep over the tree tops
divine spirit free
On her way
more splendid colors to autumn’s mellow
inky green meandering with sorrow
blustering wind understood love
distress autumn’s red, red cheeks into pallid cold
heart of the frosty flowers solid white then unfold
loading up a blue, blue sky
good day laugh by and by
With all my
home, my love rocks in billows and kindness
Very bad things happen, some of which shake us to the core, although I think that the worst one is always man-made and un- or under-reported. Truth hurts and therefore heals. The last time I checked it, truth respected no boundaries, known or unknown.
'the worst one is always man-made and un- or under-reported'