take my hand and climb with me…

eighty three degrees: ‘by the wings of dreams…’

Be ~ Neil Diamond

eighty three

Another magical day. Deep gratitude, and celebration. As we shift, into summer. Our blood drums, blossom. In later afternoon, heat. Beneath sky, aching blue. And endless. Point of blinding, brightness. Within, the One. Great heart. Beating, for us. In us. In joy. Refracted, through a pyramid. White, made rainbow. Miracle, of light. At play. Richly blessed, we have much.  To be, thankful for.


As a page that aches for the word…

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This entry was posted on December 22, 2012 by in Summer and tagged , , , , , , .


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