The unseen and silent intelligence that moves my finger, is the same as that…
…that moves the gentle winds from a butterflies wings.
…that expresses the beauty of a bird as it sings.
…that of a new born calf as strength comes to its legs
…that of a hen as she sits on her eggs.
…that of a soft passionate kiss by the crackling fire as ambers dance.
…that same unseen and silent intelligence supplies you abundance.
The unseen and silent intelligence that moves my finger moves yours.
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ReplyDeletewow...deep and eloquent..thanks for sharing you talent - monika
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