Sometimes there is a beauty that just leaves me speechless. No words adequately express the stirring, the knowing, in a place so deep within me that, for a brief moment, I feel certain of my connection to the whole.
This afternoon the sun flirts with me. The leaves dance so that the sun shimmers, touching my face in this magical production. Just as I begin to surrender to her warmth, I’m left cold again with just sparkling pieces of her. The golden sun produces a deep longing in me, a yearning so intoxicating that it feels almost like pain. I know she is fleeting and will leave me with the darkness. I want to cling to her, to cry at the thought of this life-giver disappearing. But I remind myself that there is beauty in darkness. The rustle of the leaves, the feel of the wind, remind me that there is still life within the absence of light.
And I will dream of the dance of tomorrow.