Splintered Grace
Gentle Freedom
Withered Taste
Dancing with the winds of time
In lands unknown, soft rhythms to climb
The vibrant task undaunted still
In valleys drawn with nature's quill
I close my eyes, and the fragrance drifts through me like a summer rain. It creates a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that settle into a breathtaking portrait of my soul. Desire streaks through my veins, filling my life-blood with a warm radiance. The air is still and the land is silent. The only songs heard are the ones from within, the tunes we write each day of our lives, the unheard rhythms we dance to in our hearts. Each note is a journey of faith, echoeing to the far corners of our being. And through them we attain our wisdom, our higher self, our strength.
Love is the musician of life, through which all is gained, and nothing lost.
We only lose when we cease to sing.