Birth is a dream and a beginning before wild days come like fire- the fast flowing streams of desire that pass through mind and matter.... fragmenting thought like a window of hope and opportunity shattered by corruption.
In the distance of space galactic drift and growth of clustered bodies.... old light burns extending radiance in droplets of limitless rays exhuming lost haze.
Ancient ways become new days that shine sublime in grail truth unchanging love that changes folds, unfolds and blossoms to untold wealth and freedom beyond imagining.
Flowing streams still to whispering wash- the window clears its view.
Last Edit: Jan 14, 2024 14:23:29 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers