Spiritual, oneness


Passings

People pass in and out of life like light raindrops on concrete. Smiles and frowns are lost on business, some hold bitter, some hold sweet. If we would take the time to enjoy a passing glance we would have no fear of loneliness but be lost in the romance. A shake of the hands is a meeting of the sririts, and if you listen closely there is truth for you to hear it. There is music in a hello, there is prayer in a goodbye, and all of thr sages in the world will not stop me from asking why.
So if I can just give one minute a day to a face in a jumbled crowd,... I'd see everyone for who they truly are, forget the search and be found.



Poetry by Aimee Mlotkowski
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Written on 2006-08-04 at 10:00

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Arti
Is this prose or this is poetry??? I love this warm write... :))
Welcome to the bay!
((Hugs))
2006-08-04


Zachary P. B.
"There is a music in a hello, there is a prayer in a goodbye..."

Oh humanity...

Beautiful. That line struck me most.

There is beauty in a poem,
Z
2006-08-04


Love Knight
I really feel this poem, it is a spiritual for fact. I like the way how you expressed in this poem. Thank you for sharing. Keep the great work up.
2006-08-04