We are mosaics-
pieces of light,
regrets aren’t part of the re-remembering….
inquiry for today~ sense your own keen perceptions….
That the Universe comes through
your heart is like the sun passing
light through the eye of a needle.
It happens beyond all reasoning.
And though one feather will fall,
many together form a wing, the
way love, not kept to ourselves,
will carry us.
It is a deeper form of gravity,
that only the things that find
each other come alive.