Solace settles in
to soul’s reprieve

upon the wind

in autumn eve.



An ever revolving thing

but

today it was a wellspring

of widened eyes and sunlight

flourishing.



Warming me, deep

to where my soul was sleeping

previously.

Only waiting for consciousness
to embrace me.



Ah, and Love is a living thing,

a breathing being,

a deity of heart’s believing;

a seeing stream of meaning,

in energy, conceiving me.



Through resonance, this presence

condenses from an essence

to an evanescent lesson

in the grasp of the endless.



We are.



Born of blessings:

roiling and toiling through;

our lives are forgotten specks 

always expecting, but

never left. 



A celestial stew.

A potion of emotion

“without You.”



Afloat in the ocean,

with a sunlit view,

baking in devotion

when we only

need to choose.



To lose it all

and be reborn

again, returned

amongst the blue.



Only One.

One thing is True.