Like rain falling from the river of peace flowing through heaven’s sky of stars.
A natural occurrence of divinity and creation meeting in dimensions near and one.
A world crafted by daydreams and infinities, hidden by hopeful illusions of permanence and mortality.
But dreams never die and skies never cry.
Yet the stars hold maps to our hearts where that feeling of being seen keeps us alive.
By Kate Millett
Tags: Impermanence, connection, reflection
Post Date: January 2022