Just as she likes, she is.

I used to care about wrong or right,
but what’s the use of that endless fight.
between my left hand and the other.
Much rather see them pressed gently together.
So much worry about maybe & mights
makes no difference, the river flows
and with the great mother reunites.
Were all rolling snow uphill,
what we build someday melts away,
why not enjoy that stunning sight.
words ripple across the lake,
then like magic, their gone
water smiles like the children’s eyes
stillness awaits forever patient.
Letting life write itself,just as she likes.
She is.

a reply to: ancientthunder

Very nice work, I enjoyed it.

I like the river as it is in motion, and choose to ride the currents.

Cheers!

This is beautiful, especially the pictures. .. nice choices

Do you know which landscape that last picture is of? Beautiful place..

Thank you for this. I can totally relate to what you say in pretty much all of your threads. Thanks for your presence brother.

a reply to: ancientthunder

Words of wisdom.

SnF

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Thanks to all of you for your support and positive thoughts, its much appreciated. The last photo, I really dont know but my guess its Scotland.Happy finde (weekend)

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I like that one the best.

a reply to: ancientthunder

Gorgeous poem! And agree with others, those landscapes are stunning... the bottom one reminds me of the Highlands in Scotland.

And I agree with you..... we should let life write herself, cause as she likes, she is.

Not sure where those beautiful pictures are from, but they resemble Lapland and Finland. If I could have chosen another place, Norway or Finland always came to mind.