Filtering the light that bathes our being unfurls powerful and delicate vibrations, magnificent energy, magnificent vibrations of holiness.

Angels gather in the darkness to bathe the world in dawn’s pure holy light.

I sit in the garden . . . and in the tender crevices in the labyrinths of my mind where gentle breezes let the holiness of the moment move me toward peace.

Waters of the soul bequeath a tender memory of holiness when the arid sands of futility desiccate the ground of our being.

Begin the day longing for the holiness, blessings, and sacred dreaming from what joy glows in everlasting consciousness.

Superb are the days of holiness when nothing can come that deters me from the Light.

The veil between this world and the next grows thin when holiness happens.