silken single thread
nature’s web of life weaving
the dawns and seasons
Peace still exists:
it is in the stillness,
in the first soft light of
dawn’s shadow-displacement,
when the heavens descend
and dust creation
with a coat of gold
equally in every nation,
each new day, a gift
untainted,
like fresh snow’s
pure, printless blanket.
Peace is impervious
to extinction;
its persistent existence benignant
in perpetuum flourishing.
Peace needs not to be sought,
comes not in revelation;
it is in every detail
discreetly threading
this moment and the next
through seams that glisten.
Look closely for the evidence
that we are all connected.
Laura Denise 
Very very beautiful!!
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Thank you, Trini! I do hope you are keeping your rare spirit radiant. ❤
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I am certainly trying! Your words help to keep it lit!(sorry for the lack of emojis, I am on a laptop and I don’t have access to them)
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So sweet, always, as your words mutually do for me and my pilot light. And same regarding emojis. (Insert sparkling pink hearts.)
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You are so lovely!
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Every comment you leave me requires me to hold up to you a mirror to be reminded of your magic. ❤
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