“silence is the language of god,
all else is poor translation.”
― Rumi

I’m drawn into-light
the intensity of blues,
letting joy wash
over me
and catch me in its view…
allowing gentleness
to find me
fully awake
in the serene stillness
of a perfect escape…
No longer present to the harshness
of grief,
just a little soul searching
to reinvent belief.
This is a reworked piece I wrote 2 years ago…
I’m still in the process of reinventing.
©AllysoAlly2022