singing bowl
rosewater and tears
fingers pressed on tender skin
the xx
our union
burst of sandalwood
in moment of surrender
candelight
shimmering
a shower of sweat
and whispers of devotion
morning light
sleeping beauty awakens
A turtle rests in the spring sunshine today at the Japanese Garden in Seattle, WA Giovanna didn’t rest at all. She was busy as a toddler should be. A beautiful Coi posed nicely for the camera. If I were a Fairie I would rest on the moss ‘neath these beautiful flowers. So lovely.
Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. You have been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender ~Rumi
Butterflies were released from the dark places. Her heart, relieved and stronger, flung itself wider. (and she rejoiced)
in this time between seasons as the wheel turns and the days darken, the cold becomes turgid then flaccid and again– disorienting to this body that craves comfort. on a pilgrimage in the forest i am held and feel the soft earth ‘neath my feet. my warm breath is a bouquet of white flowers greeting…
girls playing on a zip line the scent of clover his voice merging with sunlight