The last and darkest blues and blacks in my moon rise series. This time I am zoomed in. I love the light on the upper edge of the cloud as well as in the middle. I was cold and went home…. blue and bluest…
The third photograph in the series is bluer and darker. It is getting cold!
The east and the west are yours, the north and the south are yours.
The center is mine.
I stand in the center, I sit in the center, I sleep in the center.
I move and it moves with me.
There are no doors to close.
I am here and the Beloved is here and the universe is all around me.
I walk in beauty and ugliness, joy and grief, riches and poverty.
I walk on concrete and in trees, indoors and out, up stairs and down.
I walk on land and in seas, below ground and above, in darkness and light.
Now I walk in beauty: beauty before me, beauty behind me, above me and below me.
The center holds: blessing to the Beloved.