Poetry · prose · Spirituality · writing

Window. 

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.  Here I am, friend.  Look inside.  My panes are transparent; You may gaze upon my shadows But don’t let them distract you From my fearless light.  I will scatter golden fractals  Like sun-marbles Into every shadowed corner of this place.  Come in. Come in.   … Continue reading Window.