Beliefs, essence, heart.
Connection, bonding, affinity. Three-fold cords unbroken.
Stones in the wilderness. Ethos' collide. Scourging.
A tree on a hill. Last breaths.
Love hangs there.
Tapestries tear ~ seen and unseen.
Lightening rips the cosmos. Shaking.
A hush falls to earth.
Fragments, fractures, brokenness ~ washed by pooling crimson stains.
The Ancient of Days spills redemption for all. Triumph.
Peering from the mountain's ridge, my gaze falls upon the exquisite rolling moorlands. A sensuous muted blanket of purple heather spreads lavishly - as far as my eyes can see. Delicate aromas drift through the atmosphere. Perfumed air envelopes my senses. Joy attends my heart.
Suddenly ~ Zzzzzzzz.............
Meadows: a pastel plantation for the pollen pouches of winged creatures.