Small ripple

Leaf to water

Pain to sweat

Love to goddess

Revealing the intense joy that breaches into the cosmic web and emulsifies obsidian creatures

Opportunity walks upon the lilypads of destiny

The value of Onyx and Tungsten could not compare to the realization of I

Turmoil erupts but could never interrupt the rhythm of the metronome

Blades of grass dance in rejoice to the calm of the storm

Frozen droplets create subzero skydivers that embrace for impact

Star Clusters sit comfortably on the cotton candy in the hand of a little girl

Skipping through halls of cosmic ladders and akashic columns

She pauses to examine the face of the solemn with curiosity and concern

Fear is an abnormal drop of black ink in the ocean of humanity

Drifting and swirling, integrating, hiding, slinking into the realm of the invisible

And yet it lurks

Saying, “Fear is the heart of love.”

If love is hollow to where fear may crawl inside and inhabit its wound, then love it is not

Love is the sudden kiss of sunlight after morning shades have been retired

Love is a single water droplet plummeting towards the earth and landing perfectly on the tastebuds of a child

Love is solid, unconditional, ever-present

The rhythmic pattern of the heartbeat creates underground chasms with immaculate geodes of compassion

The towering tree of mind shoots roots into limestone and wonder

The skipping stops

She observes once more the face that harbored solemnness

What is its language now?