the stopped second hand on the clock still, flat water dancing light reflections feathers from a thousand pillows fall from the sky the night’s cold warmth opens its mystery
Tag: Peace
strength of love
with the love that permeates the soul then step forward like a paintbrush in hand a fluid line dipped into paint soaks into a large canvas creates the shape of a curve that becomes a hill the paint is green and with the spirit creates a beautiful landscape a bright sky a river flowing freely…
peaceful moment
little quiet time no sound for a couple moments and mind clears to reveal a beautiful sky warmth from the sun on even the cold days
the light within her hands
in her cupped hands closed yet through each line in between fingers warmth the light shining through making her hands appear as if glowing red slowly she opens her hands revealing the light inside and it is a gift from somewhere so mysterious you could say far off it is a gift she’s given us…
the sister of destruction
i am the sister of destruction coming your way with no stops charging through and unceasing i follow after and make life from the path of death she leaves as my welcome mat i am not angry i am kind i move slowly i put things where they might be noticed i make things beautiful…
The Dynamics of Groove 