Bee in flower bed,
Sting of nature’s tiny guard,
Wings hum of life’s thread.
Drifting through sunlight,
You stitch gold into the morning—
Keeper of soft truths.
Gold in the Morning
A place to show my work
JEEEEEZ!!! THAT! Is REALLY good! I got visuals of beaded necklaces which in Sanskrit are called Sutras—thus my Buddhist awareness was awakened here! SO COOL!!!!
Thank you
gorgeous Missy 😘😘
Thank you