The moon lights like a powder-wing moth on the edge of a held breath... touches the shivered ripples of the surface of awareness. In that pause you know Her. She is the source that cradles all that comes into being… the field that embraces & nurtures the seeds of all becoming. She defies definition. Some call her Kuan Yin or White Tara… the Mother of Mercy & Compassion. She needs no name. She shapes the Universe into Itself like the wind in a field of golden wheat. You know Her when you feel the whispered caress. All that is true is gentle as a mother's gaze... the evening breeze… the soft skin of the open hand. She is awake… watching over us while we sleep… while we dream of who we are to become. The Queen of the Night does not sleep. She sees by the light of the harvest moon.
Robbie, your technicality just blows me away, every time. The detail and transparencies are amazing! The red offset section just makes the whole thing pop. I could spend a lot of time getting lost in the boarder as well. Fantastic, literally, as always.
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