The delicate tracery of words
Spins a web of connection
To the deep within,
A place of still silence
Where peace flows unsullied
By errant thought.
Beauty is birthed
In those moments
Of full presence,
Timeless fragments of being,
Holy and other
Communing with Source.
Once upon a time I was a fat little caterpillar whose contented munching was disturbed by visions of bright wings flying free in a world beyond the cabbage patch. When my caterpillar form could no longer contain that dream I entered the Chrysalis where thought became form. This is my journey.Walk with me.This is simply who I am.
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