Tag contemplative hope

spring in the heart

to embrace

what old means now

the deep quiet of knowing

digging our heels into life

harmony & clarity of discomfort

it is here, right where it’s always been

to visualize the sensual world

to feel the haunting of miracles

the naked eye of the heart

the intellectual poise of not knowing

yielding to our intimate gifts

we cannot look into the sun

collecting the broken pieces

the blurred light resists its shadows