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Snow spirals, sacred silence

wind kissed flakes, demure iridescence

glinting in the hazy winter sun.

Lovers dance like this, red-cheeked, glistening in the candle glow of dawn.

As temperatures warm, snow transmutes;

delicate crystals give way to a stronger force –

turn to water, yielding to strong, masculine heat,

rising from the mundane existence on earth to merge again with clouds, stars, the angels.

To become like this, one has only to surrender to what ‘is’,

which is to say, to look at ourselves in the mirror of unconditional love,

releasing what the world spews as dogmatic law, and allowing our whole self –

the true, beautiful complexity of wholeness – to fully experience all that we encounter

as a student of life.