Crossing AcrossCrossing By
Crossing Under
Caught in the Crossfire?
Life full of Crossings
Full of Catches
Full of Tosses
When I observe, nothing is tossed nor caught... It is like that majestic fly ball that keeps going and going, keeping everyone in blissful awe... because it just is.
No one knows if it will be caught, dropped or in fair play.. It sails and is observed in its precious moments.
Too often I place myself in imagined crossfires, instead of crossings... Tossing myself into unimagined dramas or unimagined ecstasy.
With this thought today, I may just have to pick up a ball and bat and give life a swing again.
Play ball and heads up!
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