Claiming wings

I open to Acceptance / Being enough / Needing not stuff the spaces between moments with nothing but joy

I open to

Ease / Sitting with pain looking directly at beauty / The glare like summer sun

I open to

Abundance / The evidence of opportunity compelling creation / The responsibility of privilege, the privilege of responsibility

I open to

Expansion / Honing thoughts with presence / Exploring new frontiers in the galaxy of the mind

I open to

Angels / Communing over cups of faith and faerie dust / Commonplace miracles

I open to

Serendipity / Intuition embodied by spacious possibility / Guidance from the nuances of oxygen

I open to

Sunlight / The heat of it piercing pregnant clouds / The completeness of a circle.

Hints of heaven.

"Hints of Heaven" by Lucy Miller Robinson

The sun breaks over the horizon Lighting up the billows The candy-colored sky, A strip of pale sunshine in water Quivers and reflects and glows Boundless like me. We are gradients of ice into light Blue becoming red, While the clouds grant us hints of heaven Always leaving Always coming.