“Life Forms” — Image by kenne
I hear the gentle overnight rain
falling on the skylight, feeling
it as if falling on my face.
Thoughts turn to my sacred place
where I search for new ideas, bringing
me closer to dream realization.
Life forms the images for my thoughts
each a magic moment, providing
a window into my inner soul
where I continue to seek answers
to my ultimate purpose, accepting
I may not be who I think I am.
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 
Beautiful poem, beautiful photo. What a secret place. We should be small enough to visit there and be amazed by the wonder.
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Thanks, we all have our secret place, sometimes it may only be virtual.
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