Where Light Learns to Dance

No shoreline.
No horizon.
Just water— wearing sunlight like scattered jewels.

A thousand small stars 
rest upon the waves,
breaking, reforming,
never asking permission
to shine.

The sea does 
not hold light.
It borrows it,
plays with it,
lets it shimmer briefly before giving it back.

What I see
is a reminder

beauty is often movement.

Not something fixed.
Not something 
we can keep.

Only something we witness—
for a moment,
heart open,
before it changes shape again.

And maybe healing
looks a little like this too—
light touching the darker places,
softly, repeatedly,
until even the smallest wave begins to glow.

#WhatDoYouSee

#WDYS

With love

— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫

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