~~~~ stepping stones ~~~~

autumn is the most magical time.... when the sun rises the earth murmurs its voice in magnificent colours... crimson licking indigo, sienna blending with ochre and washing against ultramarine sky's whose kiss pearl white clouds nestle into azure tenderness.... the scents of the morning tickle the nose causing the eyes to quiver in a dazzling display of harmony, softness and brilliance.... i walked along a moistened pathway this morn, beside a lake watching the waters lap gently against the shore.... reflecting the surrounding colours as if wanting to share them by need.... by desire... taking off my sweater i layed in the sun's arms.... my mind floating aimlessly to another place... comforted by the warmth... closing my eyes for a moment i opened them again and thought of the moment.... the spirits were speaking and drawing me near.... asking questions.... wanting answers... smiling to myself, i stepped atop slippery rocks out into the waters to listen further... the message was about reflected beauty... not feeling it so much as being immersed in it... for it surrounded me.... the reflections carrying the colours, my body totally surrounded by them.... all was quiet, placidly peaceful and pristine... at some point i let go, did not exist... and let it flow.... as i watched quietly for a time it became clearer and clearer... O/one cannot see all beauty at once... for most surely i knew that splendid tones and vast colours were tickling my back and sides out of eyesight. returning back to the shores with the sun overhead, the colours faded and hid themselves away... beauty is about timing and choosing where to look