First light dawns in the canyon of our dreams, illuminating the world in quiet radiance.

Radiance springs from with the soul, cascading through the heart, and spilling forth into the universe.

A radiant beam in the meadow enshrouded in the mists of autumn found its way within the darker passages of my mind and cleared away debris from past storms.

Blessed are the skies arranged in glory of unfathomable depths whose radiance returns with the dawn.

We are blessed and sustained with endless experiences of radiant awareness, the superfood that reminds us of who we are.

Glowing radiance imbued with soft splendor opens windows to eternal wonder.

With what joy does the morning spring upon us, welling up in all her glory, delicious, pristine, beckoning, and jubilant.