precious stone

dazed and pondering about the precious things in life, a rare stone, an old ring perhaps, love, 

the mind, the body and  the spirit. 

Life is but a precious stone itself , always catching the same light

 but releasing and shining in new and wonderful ways

                         

feathered spider

I am a feathered spider spinning the threads into my dreamcatcher of life, 

to glimpse the suns rays from bewteen two bushes , not amongst them.

I sit and I wonder what come to me next...

 let us catch our dreams...