Endings
day’s adventure
month’s journey
sun’s reign
Beginnings
night is upon us
a new month
moon’s arc
The gift
where endings
embrace
beginnings
their true colors meld
in this space
possibilities
exist
Namaste,
L and Muse
Together they rest
await their next adventure
grateful, united.
Namaste,
L and Muse
Feathers blanket sky
a soft downy undercoat
protection, warmth, flight.
Namaste, L and Muse
Space, infinite dark
punctuated by the stars
illumination.
Namaste,
L and Muse
My eyes focus on the uneven ground before me,
squinting in the brilliantly shining sun,
scanning deep green vines for ripe fruit–
not too pink, just the vibrant shade of raspberry;
I kneel down searching beneath the leaves
for what is ripe for the picking
I am awestruck by the vision
of the sun kissing the berry
high above the rest
my heart bursts into fireworks
as I bear witness to such a sacred moment
where a deep connection is reached
over such a vast distance…
the sun’s rays softly caressing fruit of the earth.
Slowly my hand reaches for the luscious fruit,
the wind gently sways the vines,
and I pause
aware that if left, the fruit will rot on the vine,
but if I pick it, the fruit will die a noble breath…
nourishment for those who hunger,
hope for those who despair,
sweetness for those who savor the moment…
Namaste,
L and Muse
When the well runs dry
The stream trickles over rocks
Gifts rain into my heart
nourishing, cleansing, replenishing,
I am filled with gratitude.
Namaste,
L and Muse
Changes in a flash
all that was transformed quickly
new world emerges.
Namaste,
L and Muse