Shapes like Stars

Columbus Circle, NYC                                                                S. Lybrand 

May we all find ourselves in a moment so perfect and magical, that the air feels like silk on our skin, our bodies vibrate with health and vitality, our heart settles into stillness, our mind focuses so clear and sharp we could pierce clouds, herbs and florals perfume our every breath, the horizon's burnt embers turn water into glitter, trees into gold, and sky into God—and may we all stay in that moment long enough that dark descends and melts into a mess of stars.