Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.
Saturday, March 14, 2015
As We Are ~
We are strong. We are beauty. We glide through the sky, touching the clouds, tasting the rain, that waits to fall. We tease the sky. We sculpt ourselves. We choose the colors, of dazzling hues, from all seasons, and are born on the wind. We are glowing. We are dreaming. Our tendons sing, of a universal design, a most grand design, mythical and elusive. Loved ~ as we are.