Golden Peace

A wave of grace

Washes over the soul

As the golden glow

Of the sun recedes

Beyond the horizon.

A wave of golden warmth

Moves the heart

And stirs the emotions

Of then and now,

Of loves lost and gained,

For people who’ve come and gone

With the ebb and flow

Of the waves of life

Flowing near and far

Tempting the soul to grasp

The glory of the golden peace

That often lies beyond our reach.

Until, at last,

We concede to accept

The love and peace

Offered by –

The divine.

copyright Robyn Graham

Golden Peace

Compassion is…

Compassion is to share the pain without sharing the suffering. – Shinzen Young

My heart feels your pain even when my physical being does not. I have compassion.

As the Sun Rises….

As the sun rises….

Still hidden.

On the horizon.

Risen.

Already hiding, but leaving it’s footprint.

It’s risen and after a standing ovation, the audience is moving on.

 

 

I love how the colors change as the sun and clouds change the availability and angle of light, both in the sky and on land.  Even the sand looks warmer once the sun has risen and it’s rays have embraced the earth and sea.

 

Creating Oneself

Life is not about finding yourself, it is about creating yourself.

 The Mystery of Creating Oneself