Selflessly

Be

still

in the midst of innumerable twinkling.

Serenely and peacefully

.

.

.

A soothing morning breeze

enfolding my face






.







.

Johanna Tagada  2016

Simple

The season is coloured with orange light.

The rhythm of the birds flying low in a flock

in the leisurely morning sunshine.

A cloud floating.

No haste.

No complication.

A beautiful world.

Every day is a miracle

A soft wind coming out

through the flying leaves on the road.

It’s always born anew by


the activity we do,

the thoughts we have,

the words we say.



Everything

changes


 as we act,

 as we think,

 as we say.