You who long for change, what are you seeking? Never doubt the power of the night. Obscure though colors be, your senses heighten. Gift time’s slow tumbling with an inner light.
Trust the bird in Autumn’s winging. Listen for the beetles scurrying low. Prick your ears for wind, and rain – what’s coming? As you light the gentle fire to boil your tea.
All is ordinary, all unique. Every moment can be seen anew. Your life, never mundane, is ever sacred. What you do, and think, and feel, weighs consequent
If you so choose.
Photo from Bug of the Day
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