Love is neither a fairy tale nor a book.

Love is neither a signature on a paper

nor what a couple say of each other.

Love is a tree with branches

reaching far beyond time into eternity,

and roots set deep in the eternal life.

~Rumi

when the whispered longings become lullabies….

inquiry for today~ the season belongs to hope….

hoping for sweetness

Sometimes, when I can no longer endure the light. When I feel as if it’s burning me; I pull myself back into the darkness. Silently and without asking, the darkness picks me up in a protective cocoon. I stay there until an inner voice awakens within me. The voice of my soul. A tiny flame. Like wingbeats in the wind, which remind me of a deep longing. The longing for light.

~A.S.