Peacock iridescence in veridical shadows,
Violet blooms spread to the noonday sun.
The world’s beauty is a swirl of color,
But in the flower’s center is bright stillness.
Lingering on the outside of our souls, there is shimmering beauty and fantastic movement. It is only when we go to the center of our souls that we are in the eye of the storm, the still-point of existence. Then all is brightness, energy condensed, unbearably strong and powerful, yet absorbed in supreme quietude.
Sometimes I love the quietness of a summer day coming to a close. The warm humid air and the quiet sounds of the birds getting ready to settle in for a summer night’s sleep.
Have a wonderful weekend!