Food For Thought …a ripple of the sacred moving through the vast ocean of existence.
There is a place beneath understanding
where silence has weight
and love becomes the light of perception.
Here the inner teacher is not a voice
but the soft seam where the world touches you.
Identity thins into fragrance,
and the self dissolves into listening.
When presence becomes home, life switches from proving to receiving. The late-blooming soul does not regret delay — it celebrates its readiness. What finally blooms is not fervor but a deep, steady love that perceives the world as a single, luminous act.
Numinous Waves 