It’s good to wave says the sea.
It’s good to see you says the wave.
Thank you for the light
and the shade
that you bring.
make my heart sing.
Thanks to my fellow small stoners.
Hope you have had as much fun as me splashing about in the river.
Love and hugs.
The small, speckled, sprightly bird hopped out of the supermarket doors.
She began to play “don’t tread on the lines in the pavement”.
Most of the shoppers were totally unaware of her game.
She was so involved in her game, she didn’t care about them either.
What is the rate of exchange for ideas?
Is there a currency for the meditative state?
As credited to Lennon/McCartney, “Money can’t buy you love”.
So would cash buy your creativity?