Through the darkness, light shimmers; that dance between landscape, sky and individual being.

Sometimes we are carried in a cup of light when we least expect it.

Perhaps that cup is always there; we just don’t see it. But life is movement, change, the in and out of consciousness, just as the clouds and seasons alter, the waves bring fresh tidings, day after day.

About bydda88

I love poetry, writing, especially writing as healing, as touching the sacred, being touched. And place, places dreaming us, us them. Coasts, rivers, canyons; the ordinary things too, the small things, gestures that reach out.
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One Response to Awen

  1. AJ says:

    Yes, we are carried in a cup of light.

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