my pocket of tiny tools
my pocket of tiny tools
always available
gathered from life’s thrust
fertile grains of life's riddle
I carry them everywhere—
pause, take note
breathe, and again
look for astonishment
now, a fresh start
each moment, sacred
this is so cute and beautiful Amrita,, I’m getting a feeling I should make my own pockets of little tools...
thank you for sharing with my friend.
may your pockets always be full to overflowing!