May we all be Monarch butterflies,our orange wings lifting us from our cocoons, fluttering in the morning breeze from leaf to leaf,soaring when the sun is high,sweeping through sunbeams late afternoons,devouring what nourishes us,the milkweed leaves behind us nowuntil it’s time to find that distant placewhere we begin and end.May your wings sing in harmony with your heartbeats--your voice like no others, your melody sweet...
An amazing gift. It’s a strange thing walking by putting one foot in front of another I manage to cover space and shift forward at a pace, this mechanical ability to stand on our hind legs. And view what is on the horizon. is an amazing gift.
Staring into the heavens looking at your full face I can see the look of surprise as I gaze into your eyesStars pale by comparison to your brightness in space Appearing so small and dim as you illuminate the skies I am struck with thoughts of wonder awe and amazementScatterings of much smaller objects in the heavens twinkleShowering the sky like glitter I stare in bewilderment A celestial treat starts to unfold as my brow...
