“Fire is the Sun unwinding from the tree’s log.”~R. Buckminster Fuller
Never forget that you are one of a kind. Never forget that if there weren’t any need for you in all your uniqueness to be on this earth, you wouldn’t be here in the first place. And never forget, no matter how overwhelming life’s challenges and problems seem to be, that one person can make a difference in the world. In fact, it is always because of one person that all the changes that matter in the world come about. So be that one person.~R. Buckminster Fuller
At sunsight we suffer a sea change,
paint in grays in the turning
we call dawn. From moonlight’s shimmer
of silvery waters, a palette inspired
by dark, splashed gently with
white and moody mauve, deepest
blues touching taupes and
licking lavender. A tiny
yellow drop. None of the pinks suit
chic-subtle in monochrome.
The sun is film-noir whispers
veiled disinterest. The I who once
chased those golden waves to paradise
would drown in a platitude of mourn.
In my deep healing torsion today, I spin
away from pseudo-science manipulations,
catch light beautifully warm and cool.
A new world arises. We reflect connections.
Sumptuous, velvety fog plays
well with others, celebrating we.