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| Doing Things Without Sense by � goeswith3faces Doing things obviously without sense ... Going into the forest while it rains. Listening to the sound of falling raindrops on the roof of leaves. Laying down on forest's skin, enjoying the connection to Mother Earth. Recognizing the tiniest part of life between the blades of grass. Going to a creek. Listening to the wisdom, the murmuring water wants to share. Enjoying the weakness of the most powerful element in nature. Drinking, it and making it part of us and in the same moment becoming part of it. Looking into the sky. Listening to the wind's comments, when clouds painting stories of old times on the blue rawhide of Father Sky. Every moment new and uniquely. In order to come back to the base of reason, one feel obviously the necessity of doing things without sense, in an obviously total logical world. Sometimes one uses the same words and means a different thing. Sometimes what sounds like differences means in the crux of matter the same... With Respect ~ Goes-with-three-faces ~ |
