slipped between the lines
of the humblest of haiku
a beating heart waits
the garden is soaked with night rain
yet somehow the most delicate cups of blue
begin to unfold with the morning light.
we travel from dark to light
and back again.
and somehow
alone yet together
we begin again
opening our fragile hearts
to the possibility of healing
and connection.
XOXO
small words huge hearts
xo
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What a fabulous fragile flower that is, and what a beautiful photo and haiku to go with it Rebecca. Enjoy your garden, the sunlight and your day. Big hug from Holland!
Posted by: Marit | August 13, 2021 at 07:33 AM
Gorgeous floral macro shot and divine words to unite us all ~ Xo
Living in the moment,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
Posted by: A ShutterBug Explores | August 13, 2021 at 08:58 AM
I think, Rebecca, that the "dog days of summer" are over, but my dog still lays around, lazy. I must be turning into a dog.
So happy for your always open door.
Posted by: judie | August 13, 2021 at 10:06 AM
Here we are, the beauty of synchronicity never ceases to amaze me. Lines. Cracks. Beauty. Hearts. Moving between the dark and the light. Coming home to our hearts, to ourselves, and sharing this path with each other. Thank you dear Rebecca. XO
Posted by: Lea | August 13, 2021 at 11:05 AM