Dauwd – Could It Be
Crisp blades of early morning grass gaze glistening up at the star to which they prey. The being that breaths life into their limbs rises above the horizon to float along his arc. The dew, still stuck warily after a storm of cloud brush, escapes quietly into the air to join fellow droplets in a rush of warm wind.
What if our entire existence has been spent clinging to a consciousness known only impartially. Entertain your imagination. The seasons are changing. What’s coming is…
Could it be?