Life is an ever changing prism, my loves – a casting of light through shards of ‘broken’ glass.
Within which we find our faith restored, an offering of love beyond imagination.
Even through misted fog, the colors dance – revealing the promise of newfound perspective.
It is the mind which freezes to physical form that which is intended to be free-flowing.
And, who are we to dare to to presume or qualify the goodness of Divine?
We find ourselves within these castings, a cherishing of life through subtlety of vision.
In peace, my loves…
Namaste ❤️
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