shine on the shadows we cast. pt1

... we stand afraid of our own light so very often, creating our own shadow
...darkening hours and spirits.. like the cast of a great majestic tree across the roof of survival.
the shadow is only the yin side of happy... the dark side of smiling...the suffering of joy. and exists only as a projection of that which we yet cannot bring to light... expose.. grant visibility to...

inclination toward inspiration
sensory elevation
it is with love that we attune to the frequency of universal truth.

travelling without moving;
neither contrary nor arbitrary are the instances by which we discover grace...such mesmerizing subtlety cannot be substituted nor pass under the guise of familiarity..
grace is a nuance unique..  likened to the caress of a breeze that brings subtle resolution.. a peacegiving intuitive dance, beauty of persuasion without motive. simple, understated, elegant,...& no further from your fingertips when you are aligned.
...each time i imagine grace, attempt instinctual knowing... i envision a great oak, majestic under blue sky and vast fields of golden canvas... the breeze of grace lives here, delicately revealing admonition of her presence, grace floats in like wisps of a dandelion blown in with someone's wish...
'cross the habitat of your spirit.
the tenor of grace is to bless.
with sensual stillness we discover its axiom of peace.