Every ray of sunlight, every drop of rain, every breath of wind, each feather, hair and bone, is the calligraphy of God.
In this living work of art, I find my life, nothing more than a brushstroke.
Find me in the eyes of a lost dog, the hug of an old friend, the bud of a rose, the perfume of the pines after the rain.
I am always here, eternal, silent.
Who am I?
Look within, and know me as your own, True Self.
Spontaneous writing / 10.05.16