Drifting – Twilight – Spirit – Calensariel | Plato’s Groove.
Drifting, the current carries me
No oar, no rudder
Surrendered to the flow
Destination lies over the horizon
Rest now, adventure awaits
Twilight, time between times
Sacred space
Stillness, surrender to the muted light
Listen, Wisdom whispers
Sophia is your lover
Spirit, link between
Flesh and intellect
Feeling, sensing, knowing
Interpreting groaning’s too deep for words
Time for speech is approaching
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The photo complements the words perfectly. Beautiful.
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I thought so, too. He’s going to borrow it for his blog. LOL Thanks for stopping by.
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