We are the dance at the heart of every atom – stillness in motion- moving in and out of light- through forest, through water- we empty and are filled. Galaxies die and are reformed in the space between breaths. Magic spirals from center to center – but always and all ways the intensity of our searching binds us and blinds us to our pulsing infinity.
Poem and photo (wall art from Morocco) by Clinock.
Love your words here. So magical to feel that and understand that. And the image is so good. I wish I could see that in person.
The best of the new year to you!
amazing