“For everything there is a season…” Believe this. Live it to the fullest and life becomes one sweet miracle after another.
We talked and the words poured out of us into each other like sunbeams through a prism, revealing all the beautiful thoughts hidden inside.
We touched and our hands, our eyes, every part of us, became the hands of God admiring a creation so exquisite and perfect that only awe was possible.
We sat together in the Silence and were closer than we ever thought it was possible to be.
We turned and walked away from each other promising never to look back, and one of us kept that promise while the other could not, but I think that is okay.
Seasons are personal places and I am still reaping the benefits of that sweet innocence and inviolable beauty. I am blessed again and again by its existence, knowing that I will never step over that agreed upon line, never tarnish the sanctity of something as close to a miracle as anyone could ever imagine.
For everything there is a season and once every so often, one season will bring forth a lotus whose perfection lies in its need to rise only in the light.
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