Solstice Blessings
The teetering point.
The tip of your toes.
Waves rush to a crest,
balance and bloom
into the ocean
of time, returning.
Let it all go.
Walk the ebb
back to its source.
Breathe. The days
are melting again.
The spiral spins.
~Suzette Winona Summers©
The teetering point.
The tip of your toes.
Waves rush to a crest,
balance and bloom
into the ocean
of time, returning.
Let it all go.
Walk the ebb
back to its source.
Breathe. The days
are melting again.
The spiral spins.
~Suzette Winona Summers©
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