Sometimes angels dress in red at sunset, when the day fades away in a blanket of stars to illuminate its beloved night in the magic of a transient celestial encounter. A delicious expectation fills my heart whenever I see the angels pass silently, unannounced, the moment my gaze turns the corner of a street or… Continue reading When Angels Dress in Red
Tag: Poetry
Chasing Butterflies
It was a meditation with a simple and brief message: “Wisdom is in the energy of all that is, in the light of the created whole.” Accessible to anyone, keeps no secrets, nothing is hidden. Like an endless library, with no walls to limit it, always open, where everyone is welcome and there are no… Continue reading Chasing Butterflies

