Wandering through a forest at dusk, the stories begin to unwind and extend
The air plump with intuition
Trees hold out strands of light as the sun surrenders over the distant coral lit hills. Follow the sound of your instinct, carry your gentle knowings,
With discovery as a gear, you feel the ever present moonlit immersive openness. A glowing tableau appears in the half-dark
 

Fireflies,
like sparks shaken from the dusky sky,
flit and float into pulsating constellations.
Each carries its own rhythm, a dance, a melody, a map to an unexpected destination.
Together the glowing gestures bring forth fleeting compositions that dissolve as quickly as they appear.
Forming patterns and textures.
Some meandering curves in wide, smooth arcs; others dart and hum, tracing certainty with precision.

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These movements of light, equally random and intentional,
are part of a shared choreography.
The swoops and swirls, shimmer into images — vibrating, shifting, conscious. Not to seize or pin down or understand
but to behold with patience, to become its flow.

 

Each flicker is an idea, a truth, an instinct, an inkling hovering.
Merging together in the liquid night—
rippling outward into each other, steadily,

bright and generous,
seeding abundance
blooming where planted,
Consciously roaming into entwining awareness