The darkness bears its truth to me in slumber and I allow it to consume and rejuvenate me. The light gives life to my physicality and I allow it to shine upon me. I am the observer of these things, and I stay rooted in the observation.
The light shines upon the clouds and breaks through unto the grounds
There it sits and stays only to be whisked away
Not by the wind or the waves, but by the promise of another day
Works go unnoticed. People change. The world slows down for those who let it. Rain washes over the realm and baptizes the earth. Glory is heard in the beaks of small birds and the dripping rain gutters filled with Fall’s leaves. The stench of the rain soaked earth fills the nose.