I open to receive this Blessing fully, like a lotus flower blooming in emergence out of the darkness. My mind doubts whether it can contain this love wholly, still holding on to a grain of suspicion as to whether such happiness is tangible. I sort through the doubt with great precision like Vasalitsa sorting poppyContinue reading “Patterns of light”
"May my body be for what it was intended: an expression of Your grace. And what small ways I make with this poetry – what songs and friendships I form, what migrations and ripples I disturb in the world – may they have something of Your signature on them"
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