Our resilience takes my breath away.
It stands intimately entwined
with our terrible translucent fragility.
We are soft and small,
brief and biodegradable.
And yet, we sometimes flare
like a match ignited in darkness
Illuminating the moment, revealing
the truth we know but cannot explain:
How we are sustained
By the scent of another’s sun-salted skin,
the soft brush of lips on the nape of the neck.
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By the blazing dawn- a promise searing the sky,
the loon’s lonely wail at the end of the day.
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How we are sustained
By what we love
By that which Loves us.
~Oriah "Mountain Dreamer" House (c) 2016
I am often sustained by the beauty of photos like this one from Karen Davis at Open Door Dreaming.
