‘Opulence’ the mere mention of this word enters the imagination as if one were struck by lightening. Being human its only fair that we yearn for riches and display of luxuriance. Who doesn’t desire wealth and happiness? I thought as I walked along the lush carpeted moor — closed my eyes as the wind blew kisses as though soothing torment. In the minutes that passed I felt definite energy pouring through the inner workings of my soul. Perhaps man need not be object-oriented as opulence denies us the pleasure of appreciating beauty around us. With the brain wrapped around detail I allowed myself to see the world before me with new vigor, gratitude and vision.
Steel blue skies
adversity can’t resist —
the imperceptible bloom
Photo credits: Wallpaperrs
Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United