weathered. beautiful.

 i put on the boots,

opened my eyes,

and started walking.

 magic unfolds

from unexpected places.

  

the weak, beat up,

torn, broken, chipped,

discarded, rusted, abandoned,

weathered things

of the world

shame the rich,

the complex, the brand new.

 

  

unspeakable beauty

is to be found

in the dust.

and dust we are.

the trail of beauty

led me to a door.

the door opened into

a quiet space.

a space for letting go.

for resting.

for being.

a space of freedom

to find

the beauty

inside.

i will share more about this space.  soon.