Pace
Imagine the sound of a cloud
moving leisurely across the sky,
a pine tree’s imperceptible growth
compelled by its longing for light,
a gentle rain’s slow
slide down the pane,
the sigh
aligning body, mind, spirit.
This is the pace of noticing,
the pace of gratitude,
the pace of change,
the pace of creation.
By Maria Brady-Smith
Photo by Mike Smith
Maria, your poems are a gift. I delight in going to the spaces carved out by your words.
Thank you so much, Mary! I so appreciate your taking the time to read them and to comment. You are very kind.
Mary must be a poet too.❤️
My mind and body know how ready I am to pare down. My spirit reminds me to take…time… Breathe and notice until the day the bulk is… Gone.
Thank you Maria
I love you
Thank you, Kacy! Breathe and notice. I love that! I love you, too!!