For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult task of all..., the work for which all other work is but preparation. It is a high inducement to the individual to ripen...a great claim upon us, something that chooses us out and calls us to vast things.
—Rainer Marie Rile
Of Love, Remembrance
The smell and feel of sun dried sheets
This Earth
Mornings with nothing to do
Freedom
The serene silence of meditation
Solitude
Croaking of the evening frogs
Words
Rainbows floating across my room
Imagination
Waddling ducks along the stream
Nature
The sandbox where I play and dream
Fun
The whispered touch of the morning sun
Beginnings
Those perfect memories of things to come
Dreams
My reflection, like a mirror, in your eyes
Love