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The Evening Sun

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”― Rumi

the crack where the light gets throught

In darkened aspects
of expansive hues,
I saw a crack
where the light breaks through.

Shifting focus
on glistening tides,
astounded again by sacred guides.
Love within
and all around,
it’s the air I breathe,
it’s the reason
I’m found!

and beneath the azure
when I come undone
resplendent tones fuse
evening sun…

Returning to breath
light spills forth,
Divine assurance
to stay the course.



I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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