On what yonder eyes does the Light fall so softly to cause this heart to require your touch.
Has a man ever seen such beauty in a life only to have it just out of reach.
These horizons cross the minds of wondering souls searching for the gift of a calm sea to quell the desires of the heart.
Only in the gift of freedom from self do you find the child beneath the sleeping tree dreaming of better days in a soft summer breeze.
Willows weep no more for your child has found his home in the heart of many, the minds of a few and the body of one.
** I’ll be taking the day off from unpacking boxes and focusing on my studio. A lesson: Don’t give what what you won’t give wholly and freely without expectation of return. For today I give anymore of me any I will be bitter and resentful so as many have suggested I’m going to focus on getting my space right.
Much love and light