Life is not random. Everything happens for a purpose. Doubt that and you spit in the face of love, logic and reason. I found this gem in the place behind ours in BL. Check it!!
Where does your heart dwell?
Does it pop from a toaster, or float in a cup?
Does it steam from a teapot, get packed in a box?
Where does your heart dwell?
Does it rise every morning, and sleep in a bed?
Does it itch when you scratch it, play games with your head?
Where does your heart dwell?
Does it live in a cage of bone, and pump time to a beat?
Does it waltz with one who is not there, who waltzes all the same?
Where does your heart dwell?
Flip the coin, where does it land?
Enter the panda and see...
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I must have missed this poem while we were there and even when I went back to find the rest of the bananas. To just read it it is beautiful and whimsical. When I read it in light of the spot we were at, it takes an even different light.
I did find much joy there in all the spots. However, what could it mean if I flipped the coin and it never came back?
Thank you for sharing this.
cool find D ;)
but... i don't get the last line... is there a giant panda lurking somewhere?
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