Golden Hour

A date with the Divine – each morning I rise to greet the golden sun; she and I become one. She and I entwined, we reach for the outstretched hand of my higher self. Never quite touching, but a little closer each day. A symphony of winged melodies surrounds the silence within. Each encounter sublime, …

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I Hear the Quiet Outside

I heard silence in place of the bell that continued to ring, although no children were nearby to hear it sing. The constant chiming, reminding me many things over the last three weeks, now quiet. The silence that remains inspired the following lines.