Gossamer

Closing my eyes and breathing deeply

I can smell the musk of life moving in the heavy humid air.

The sound of all that is around me sings of the buzz of life

That summer is.

The sky tells the story of the changing seasons in the color of the light

As it fades into the west.

A butterfly floats past fluttering rapidly to stay adrift in the heavy summer air.

And in a snap of a moment

the vibrational frequency whispers

secrets and stories of sound sung only in the story of the summer time dusk.

Bright

Don't look for me in a human shape. I am inside your looking.

~ Rumi

Broad

Because some days you are graced with a beautiful landscape, wise prayers, whispers in the winds, and breath.