Glass raised high in toast
Course of writing comes to end
Day to celebrate.
After glass drained dry
Live into new words and tales
I’ll be filled again.
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Congratulations!
Happy Weekend.
Love and light ❤
Anand 🙂
Thanks, Anand. Cheers for your weekend. 🙂
Well said. I enjoyed sharing Writing 101 with you!
Yes. It is a delight to meet you on Writing 101. 🙂
Love the Haiku, always good to end on a high note.
Thanks for your comment. 🙂
🙂
Always glad for a celebration, especially as regards writing.
Cheers! 🙂
And to you as well–clinking my octagonal cobalt blue glass with whatever you’re holding!
What a great sense of happiness/satisfaction with these words, and with the feel that you get to do it all over again when you pick up the pen again.
Thanks for your affirming comment. I’m waiting for new words but feel them creeping up on me.