There are those sparks of light
That spin brilliantly in dark skies,
lighting a galaxy of shadows
moving deliberately forward,
intentionally, indefinitely,
in a constant of planets,
a symphony of chaos,
a cacophony of beauty,
bridging this world and the next,
only for the asking,
only for the seeking,
only for the waiting,
with quiet minds open,
ready for receiving.
Jul 02, 2013 @ 09:13:25
Karen, your words made my heart smile. And what a beautiful picture.
Jul 02, 2013 @ 10:39:43
🙂 I’m glad! This is a picture I took at sunrise. The sun is rising up through a volcanic haze. They call it Vog.