Six-Word Saturday…

The peace of food and community…

the peace of food and community


The Evening Sun

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”― Rumi

the crack where the light gets throught

In darkened aspects
of expansive hues,
I saw a crack
where the light breaks through.

Shifting focus
on glistening tides,
astounded again by sacred guides.
Love within
and all around,
it’s the air I breathe,
it’s the reason
I’m found!

and beneath the azure
when I come undone
resplendent tones fuse
evening sun…

Returning to breath
light spills forth,
Divine assurance
to stay the course.