“So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to thee.”

~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

~ Image by Krzysztof Winnik
Text & image source: The Garden Of Pensiveness https://web.facebook.com/The-Garden-Of-Pensiveness-367268523352486/

Your body is woven from the light of heaven.
Are you aware that its purity and swiftness
is the envy of angels and its courage keeps even devils away?”
― Rumi

I am the stillness
of faint vibrations
emanating from
my soul,
where heaven and earth
converge
in nature’s
luminescence.

On golden ponds
dragonflies frolic,
while heavenly language
speaks not in words
but signs
and wonders.

and I’m ushered into this
dance of belonging,
a remembrance of you.

The veil lifts
and I see
the Universe stretched out
in irresistible love,
an ethereal atmosphere
where you presence
softens
the grief that afflicts
my heart.