Day 2 Week 2

by indigosparke

The tears were flowing


I can smell the wet grass

I can feel the pages in me turning


Its never to early or to late

I light this candle for my fire inside

I know that it is safe to look within for the answers I seek

Everything moves with divine purpose and beauty

The fly, the ant, the pulse, the falling of the feather or the tear, the curl of the smile, the mandala of the heart