Bubbles are always generous, no matter how many times you burst them, they just shrug and come right back like a good friend always does.
Like the wind basking in a field of mustard, my mind basks in yellow..everywhere it turns there are only a million shades of yellow…
The city has many tales; from a distance they all look the same but look closer and you will see each is unique and worth a telling.
Colors that run through my mind like sunset confetti, little mermaids playing catch underwater.
Kahlil Gibran the poet and prophet wrote: ‘Let there be spaces in your Togetherness’. The bonds that tie can also suffocate, the spaces between us or boundaries let us thrive, find ourselves while being part of the larger magnificent whole.
Fire, just like the sun, burns but it also cleanses, it purifies and it gives life.
Journey through time and mind, what stories do you hear being narrated? Sometimes the stories carved on our minds are as powerful and searing as the ones etched on stone.