Unbounded

...Could not be better expressed than this.

Little Nutbrown Hare, who was going to bed, held on tight to Big Nutbrown Hare's very long ears. He wanted to be sure that Big Nutbrown Hare was listening.

"Guess how much I love you," he said.

"Oh, I don't think I could guess that," said Big Nutbrown Hare.

"This much," said Little Nutbrown Hare, stretching out his arms as wide as they could go.

Big Nutbrown Hare had even longer arms. "But I love YOU this much," he said.

Hmm, that is a lot, thought Little Nutbrown Hare.

"I love you as high as I can reach." said Little Nutbrown Hare.

"I love you as high as I can reach," said Big Nutbrown Hare.

That is quite high, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. I wish I had arms like that.

Then Little Nutbrown Hare had a good idea. He tumbled upside down and reached up the tree trunk with his feet.

"I love you all the way up to my toes!" he said.

"And I love you all the way up to your toes," said Big Nutbrown Hare, swinging him up over his head.

"I love you as high as I can HOP!" laughed Little Nutbrown Hare, bouncing up and down.

"But I love you as high as I can hop," smiled Big Nutbrown Hare - and he hopped so high that his ears touched the branches above.

That's good hopping, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. I wish I could hop like that.

"I love you all the way down the lane as far as the river," cried Little Nutbrown Hare.

"I love you across the river and over the hills," said Big Nutbrown Hare.

That's very far, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. He was almost too sleepy to think any more. Then he looked beyond the thorn bushes, out into the big dark night. Nothing could be further than the sky.

"I love you right up to the MOON," he said, and closed his eyes.

"Oh, that's far," said Big Nutbrown Hare. "That is very, very far."

Big Nutbrown Hare settled Little Nutbrown Hare into his bed of leaves. He leaned over and kissed him good night.

Then he lay down close by and whispered with a smile, "I love you right up to the moon - AND BACK."

The street lights start to fade away
I see the quiet on you when you're sleeping
Probably dreaming day

We had the perfect timing
Because this morning is the perfect morning
Every morning

The afternoon is on its way
I'm looking forward to the day that's coming
Good like yesterday

It was the perfect timing
Because tomorrow is the perfect morning
Every morning

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-Orba Squara

*****

Even cynics secretly dream of something soothing, something hopeful, something blissful, amidst walls which have no ears.

Even cynics secretly dream of spring gardens and waiting for that delicate and guarded wallflower by the shade of the tree to bloom;

Even cynics secretly dream of that moment of perfect timing each day.

Bet you didn't know that.

Selah.

It's a term found in the book of Psalms that invites the reader to pause and consider.
It's a term that we should use more in our lives.
Selah.

When you're deciding whether to cheat on an exam,
Selah.

When you're about to scream at someone you're angry at,
Selah.

When you're about to leave home because of a fight with your mom,
Selah.

When you're about to blow the candles in your birthday cake,
Selah.

When you're about to commit suicide,
Selah.

When you're about to propose to your one true love,
Selah.

When you're about to spank your children,
Selah.

When you're about to accuse your wife of infidelity,
Selah.

When you're at the most beautiful place in the world,
Selah.

When you're about to die in a hospital gurney,
Selah.

When you wake up, till you fall asleep and everywhere in-between,
Selah.

Life, is just a series of moments. In everything you do,
Selah.