all along i was sitting still
blue skies cover the horizon as divine sunlight touches the wind the languid sound of water running as a green blanket envelopes the hill i stare at every phenomenon wondering am i a part of this or this a part of me? yet, fascinated by this spectacle of creation by the creator who also created me snow glistens on top of that mountain with the sun shining on top of me birds singing to their different tunes now in one place then another tree i gaze at every splendor wondering i am as much a part of this as this is of me what power can imagine such vividity the thought of the creator who created this and created me every thing seems so much in place every picture seems so perfect every creation serves its purpose as every thought assumes a reason while i am thinking through these thoughts of wisdom how was I thought and so was this all along i was sitting still..