Sometimes it is silent
Yet its still voice is heard
Sometimes it is swift
Like the flight of a bird
Sometimes you miss it
Other times its voice is clear
Sometimes you wonder
Is it far away or near?
Sometimes it is bright
Yet hides inside shadows
Sometimes you find it
Openly in meadows
Sometimes you feel it
Without slightest of touch
Sometimes it whispers
Inspiring as such
Sometimes it is alone
Or so it seems
Sometimes it is shared
In life, in dreams
Sometimes it is real
Often it is imaginary
It is the pulse of life
The world of the extraordinary
“If you let yourself be absorbed completely, if you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.”
~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh
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