You mean we just sit here? asked Dust Kitty.
yes.
and know.
bejeweled and beautiful,
above me a canopy of dew.
i enter under an arch of triumph,
a hero’s journey ends and begins again.
orb weavers protect my home and guard my path.
I am safe. I am blessed. I am grateful.
Flying home
I am greeted.
Silent wings swiftly say –
Home is where You are.
You never left.
never forget
YOU ARE LOVED.
You can not know what is on the counter top,
without a leap of faith.
Soar,
for you are not alone.
You don’t understand?
Neither do I,
but it is purrfect nevertheless.
Follow your heart.
The world reflects better than a glass mirror,
for the glass is cold and hard…..and only echos what you tell it to, but you –
You are beautiful,
Can you not see that?
Let me show you,
look up.
I am here.
All is light and dark.
Traveling, I trace birds on napkins with clear liquids,
flying, and fading.
all is permanent, and all is temporal.
and still You are present.
No plucked feathers here!
Fly free, fly safe.
Your home is my home.
Freedom is love in action.
My home is yours.
