Open space musings.

On days in between,
in between cars and buses,
computers and televisions
where news reporters report death –
and war.
Take your feet off the grey hard ground
and onto a softer one.
Where there are mossy patches
that cushion your toes.
Where there are hidden meadows
ready like a throne, awaiting
for your touch.
Spaces where the noise of the world
eases into a steady hum.
You hear the rustle of the grass
and the trees.
The sound washes over you like liquid –
light and transparent.
Our human eyes get burned and scarred
with such horrors.
And our human minds, filled with money and pain.
So, on the days in between,
when there is nothing
and none is home,
seek out those open spaces
and leave the city and the suburbs


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