Through the Veil: By Joyce Sweinberg
Monday, July 18th, 2005Misty mystical morn born of last evening’s tempest, clothed in Maya’s veil. Children of the cloudbursts return to the source, dancing reflections of Infinity rising to the call of the Beloved. Lingering droplets, moist and luminescent reflections of Infinity playing in the filtered light of the sun. Laden with the fullness of nothingness, quiet clouds [...]
