seeing eternity
Let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
– Kahlil Gibran
My language the size of a seed, small and frozen for a winters night…the sweet drain of being married to the fire side heat and slippers …
Honey drenched while walking towards the woods …
tender landscape of icicles frozen on glass…
a mirror wiped dry of reflection…
something pierced deep in the breast while creating less, and easing into body’s rhythm
the howl of the moon, the darkness too bright…
devoured by love…
seeking water but kept thirsty…
fabulous root in the deep of my core…a sigh left for longing…
Beauty,
Donna Knutson
Under the light of eternity
things,
the daily trivia,
the daily frustrations,
fall away.
It is all a matter of getting to the center of the beam.
~ May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude
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