To She , or , he that has an internal war raging having started long ago …may I offer you a chance to put down the sword . To know that you are enough and you need not fight for every step . Allowing a natural flow won’t weaken you strength . Leaving some of the old paradigms to become dust and accepting a new view could be sweet , could be kind and then begin anew .
The silences that come to us are a gift . An invitation to know ourselves and to become intimate
with the deep knowing that we are a piece of something greater than ourselves . Winds moving
the branches of the trees in a wild dance , calm , limpid waters soothing to see and a bird
launching into flight all living within your breath .
The silences that frighten do not claim to be the cause . The ancient memories that lie
dormant in our hearts and the truth of our intentions and dreams that help our hearts to beat
are what we’ve become fearful of knowing . Knowing deeply , so deeply that thinking of the
depths of the ocean would be like a raindrop falling against your cheek in a storm .
I wonder ….does one must step away to know ? 
The comforts of familiarity begin turning away and deep , long breaths move in to stay . The sky is where my eyes turn to for a sense of endless possibilities and are covered with smoke now and it has shut us in .
The still waters don’t bring peace but the roaring , wildness of the ocean calm the spirit and bring dreams to light . There is peace already living in each breath and each breath is as dear as old friends .
At first signs of restlessness …Remember to think and to go through those doubts and then you’ll arrive somewhere new . And remember to hear the feelings without making them shout. Splendidness is everywhere just maybe not your particular type . And your particular type will have your heart singing . Twinkling eyes , singing in your heart and twirling with laughter ….
That is where my restless heart wants to go .
Uneasiness creeps quietly towards any opening left unattended . That is awakening , the beginning to listening . The discomfort arrives to inspire and to move you . The breath taken in is relief to your mind . It is the promise of expansion and exploration . The breath released is the freedom to be in peace . Joyously and deliciously free to be past the fears.
…..To be continued 
I will find my way to the next side road . I will venture out into what seems unknown .
It may be a simple touch that brings new direction . And with it’s smile my heart will be known
for a second . The comfort lives in moments that embrace the fears and look for the side roads .
Stepping back , clearly to see , and then recognizing the flutters in the heart .
Ready and willing to go . Go onward and onward soaring free .
New breath awaits to be tingling the senses and to introduce discoveries .
An old heart renewed in the light of the minds eye and a wandering spirit tells tales
worthy of feast days and banquets by the ocean’s edge .
When the stars invite me for a stroll in the moon’s light or in the darkest night I say yes .
Always yes .
I must break free to breathe again . The power of life chooses when to burn as a fire or to
flow easily as a stream . The heartbreak of one is the heartbreak of humanity and will not go
down without a break in the hate .. The heartbeat of one will rise like the heartbeat of all and
break free to breathe again .
There are voices in the trees telling an unseen world of injury and giving lessons for healing
and there are righteous songs among the animals teaching of a courageous path to
break free to breathe again .
Each time this one human heart is fractured by the weight of despair, by the actions of lost
souls ,
renewal arrives in the power of a new moment , determination unrelenting , and the grace of
life in each breath
leads us to break free and breathe again .
‘Release’ soft chalk pastels 2012
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