If you look closely at my photo, you can see her face.
A perfect poem for winter solstice, Rea!
Thank you, Moorea! <3
hauntingly beautiful.
Thank you.
I see her. Beautiful photo and poem.
Thank you, Jen.
Very beautiful lines. The sky is an expanse, Holy and mysterious
Thank you, Ricardo!
Thinking about the love of the goddesses and gods now. Great poem, thank you!
What a lovely thought, Lewis!
This poem feels like someone catching a fleeting miracle in the sky and trying to hold it long enough to share it.
The clouds become more than weather they turn into a face shaped by memory, longing, and ancient stories.
There’s a quiet awe in the way her eyes are described, as if they’ve watched humanity for centuries.
Her mouth opening to release “scriptures” feels like a moment where the world briefly remembers its sacredness.
The trembling heavens suggest revelation not as thunder, but as a soft shock of recognition.
The goddess becomes a bridge between the human heart and something larger, older, and deeply loving.
Her presence awakens a yearning we rarely name the desire to feel connected to something beyond ourselves.
The way she moves through souls feels tender, as if divinity were simply another form of compassion.
Her dissolving face captures the ache of epiphany: how the most meaningful moments vanish as quickly as they appear.
What remains is the sense of having been touched, however briefly, by a message meant for the quiet part of us.
Thank you for looking into the depths of my words. You understand the yearning. I appreciate your thoughtful comment. <3
Mesmerizing poem and image, Rea.
Thank you, Stephen.
A perfect poem for winter solstice, Rea!
Thank you, Moorea! <3
hauntingly beautiful.
Thank you.
I see her. Beautiful photo and poem.
Thank you, Jen.
Very beautiful lines. The sky is an expanse, Holy and mysterious
Thank you, Ricardo!
Thinking about the love of the goddesses and gods now. Great poem, thank you!
What a lovely thought, Lewis!
This poem feels like someone catching a fleeting miracle in the sky and trying to hold it long enough to share it.
The clouds become more than weather they turn into a face shaped by memory, longing, and ancient stories.
There’s a quiet awe in the way her eyes are described, as if they’ve watched humanity for centuries.
Her mouth opening to release “scriptures” feels like a moment where the world briefly remembers its sacredness.
The trembling heavens suggest revelation not as thunder, but as a soft shock of recognition.
The goddess becomes a bridge between the human heart and something larger, older, and deeply loving.
Her presence awakens a yearning we rarely name the desire to feel connected to something beyond ourselves.
The way she moves through souls feels tender, as if divinity were simply another form of compassion.
Her dissolving face captures the ache of epiphany: how the most meaningful moments vanish as quickly as they appear.
What remains is the sense of having been touched, however briefly, by a message meant for the quiet part of us.
Thank you for looking into the depths of my words. You understand the yearning. I appreciate your thoughtful comment. <3
Mesmerizing poem and image, Rea.
Thank you, Stephen.