Light moves as morning mist shrouds hills in damp haze descending to lower slopes and thinning like a veil reducing density- rising to thin air then vanishing to nothingness as light brightens expanding out in golden glow- and autumn hue on landscape paints a picture new as seasons turn and cycles burn from patterns in stars and constellations.
Morning rides on to noon and past the hour of twelve as cool breeze gathers strength post meridian tide and birds' call in muffled tones as sun journeys west.
Evening enters hailing all to rest as shadows come long and night approaches with the throng of new beginning now and in the force of light the quest is near in sight- and looking back on ages past the sages lift a veil that once was cast to shield all vacant truth from human eyes.
Last Edit: Apr 25, 2024 14:39:30 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
The truth is funny in how it always finds a way through. A connection seems inescapable from truth and life. I would suspect stemming from the eternal source.