A rainbow met my my dear friend up in the sky, and they looked at each other through an aircrafts window. The pilot announced the vision, the wonder. And on the ground, in my home, I could feel it too.
Two best friends exchanged rings and a dream of love was born.
Family and friends danced and laughed forgetting time and only joy remained. And our hearts brimmed too.
A fellow traveller wrote of making magic from paper. The name little students give to orgami.
We make magic. From paper. In friendship. As the rainbow unfolds across the sky.
Joy, what joy !!
When I choose to be aware of the judgemental thought and smile at it , it leaves quietly through the door,
When I embrace who I am, and enjoy my being, a loveliness emerges in all that we do .
When we see joy, it sees us too.
We make magic and the rainbow unfolds across the sky .