Shape shifters, clouds are
Not with intent like the shaman
Metamorphosing into a wolf
But transforming into random contours
Merging, thinning, fragmenting
At the whim of the wind
I am a shape shifter as well
Shifting from lazy content to focused endeavor
From cluttered mind to quiet connection
Giving to and receiving from
The shape-shifting creation
To which we all belong
Beautiful shot!
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Thank you, Thomas.
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Gorgeous photograph and poem!
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Thanks, Sabine.
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Lovely I’ve been feeling that way too So good metaphor for me too 😊
Sent from my iPad, Cairn
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Glad you stopped by, Karen.
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You know, I never would have associated shapeshifting with regular people, but you are so right. LOVED this! 😀
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Thank you for your kind words, Lady C. I hope that you can shift from one pleasant activity to another throughout the day.
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I’m about ready to shift into bed! Having the grandkids nearby now has brought with it the realization that if they’re sick, so am I! I need to overdose on vitamin C I think!
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Take care of yourself, dear friend.
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A wonderful photograph and words to match. Thanks you for sharing.
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Thank you. Such scenes are fleeting so I was glad to get a good shot on a calm day at the park.
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