As The Sun Stands Still

Poem

The sun appears to stand still at its’ zenith, and I pause in this space between; to feel, listen, and be.

Warm rays of golden light touch my skin, and I am held in stillness as cool, ocean waves bless my feet and wash away that which no longer serves.

Standing here, humbly, at what appears to be the edge of the earth, I exhale into this day and the turn of another season.

Inspiration that arrived on the wings of Spring transforms into something tangible within the slow incubation of Summer.

Sun, shining brightly with the promise of transformation, I live another day and allow more to be revealed.
Created with