Like butterfly wings
And I couldn’t tell
Which was the more sensuous caress
The warm, dappled sunshine on my cheek
The cool, fragrant breeze rippling my hair
Or the way her fingertips
Lightly traced the nouveau shadows
Playing across my abdomen
The warm, dappled sunshine on my cheek
The cool, fragrant breeze rippling my hair
Or the way her fingertips
Lightly traced the nouveau shadows
Playing across my abdomen
I don’t know if it’s better
To be blinded by darkness or light
But I know it is shadow
Which gives form and texture
To an illuminated world
Of the rest, I’ve learned to follow
Not always the brightest
Nor the nearest
I begin to understand
Why both the light and the dark
Are necessary
All I need
Is to open them
To see truly
And the light floods in
It is the grey world of the mundane
Which confounds my seeking
Where everything which casts a shadow
Seems lighter than the darkness
I strive for healing
And the world becomes
Healers and the healing
Compassion, grace and service