Sacred Shift
May 11th 2010 By Melisse.
As night arrives, slowly, steadily, gradually
Colors slip away.
Transition, little by little,
Into grays.
Greens looks like reds. Reds looks like browns.
But white, it shines, it stands out brightly.
Trees flatten. Dimensionality disappears.
Each and every day of our lives this occurs
Often without recognition, without our keen notice.
But on this day
I sit quietly an
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