Golds, yellows, reds oranges, purples and rose; The fading greys of night, the shifting oceanic blues of dusk – mellow beams of radiant light and soft warmth gilding everything/one in their path. Glittering jewels in the crown of the dawn. Her ascent and coronation are the day, and as further it expands, becoming potential itself, …
I decided not to meditate this morning. Instead, I sat outside breathing the crisp, cool, autumn air and watched the dawn paint the sky with its cotton candy colors while the leftover silvery beams of the moon’s light began to dampen and fade to wisps becoming the shimmering dew on the grass, the sparkling diamond …
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