Darkness Is the Glowing Field of Light

Darkness is the glowing field of light,
As though in meadows filled with wildflowers,
Vast and lovely in the midnight hours,
Each blossom bloomed throughout the winter night।
Know there is no sense without delight
Although perception lie beyond our powers,
The choice of happiness is always ours।
However dark and passionate our plight,
Yet love remains our first, most precious right।


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AUTUMN

Autumn loves the clarity of change.....

Unmerciful redeemer of all being.

To celebrate the shift from green to gray......

Unasked, it adds some poignance to decay.....

Making death an aperture for seeing

Not merely loss but passion, rich and strange.