I was looking through an album this morning; photos capturing moments now long since past. Among which, a faded image – a sunny day joyously spent along the black sand beaches of Kilauea, Hawaii.

The sands there were a silken grey; from molten lava, to hardened stone – and returned to ash once again. Beneath the feet, this fine powder warmed – a return to center through humbled journey.

In the twilight, she cast her glow; as reflections danced upon a bed of polished stone. To each, his own perfection begs – a blessing of faith through fiery glory.

In peace, my loves…

Namaste ❤️