Oh Venessa, your poem, so visceral to the senses! Reading it felt like an unscripted rhythm, a euphoric word-dance off my tongue. It was as ironic as it was paradoxical. The light that shimmers across skyscrapers is the very light shining in and through us each time we choose to see life instead of rushing through it.
Willynn, thank you so much for such a beautiful response ♡ you’ve reminded me that the windows of buildings at sunset look like shimmering gold in the distance and is one of my favorite views.
Oh Venessa, your poem, so visceral to the senses! Reading it felt like an unscripted rhythm, a euphoric word-dance off my tongue. It was as ironic as it was paradoxical. The light that shimmers across skyscrapers is the very light shining in and through us each time we choose to see life instead of rushing through it.
Willynn, thank you so much for such a beautiful response ♡ you’ve reminded me that the windows of buildings at sunset look like shimmering gold in the distance and is one of my favorite views.
a sublime poem from one of my favorite writers on Medium. Love this, Venessa.
thank you for reading me here, Connie ♡ i am elated as you are one of my favorite writers as well 😌
The last two stanzas! Wonderful, Venessa! So happy to read you here! Thank you for everything, and for this wonderful poem! 💚✨🌙
thank you for your warm welcome as always! ♡
I love the idea of stars being mirrors! So gorgeous and mystical.
Stunning piece -- beautiful art fits perfectly the lyrical flow of the meditation -- love the title, in whatever guise it elects!