Every now and then when frayed edges in the tapestry of existence befall the sanctuary of my spiritual essence, I make time for a pick-me-up at a favorite wellspring of inspiration—my quiet place.
A weathered tree trunk washed ashore by storm surge some years ago serves as haven for mindful contemplation. Here the welcome embrace of quietude prevails on mind, heart and soul to give rise to ripples of serenity that fill my inner being with peace and tranquillity.
© Ilija Lukić 2024
Ripples Of Serenity
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