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 ….
The moon rise slides into place . It’s light inviting and inspiring . It commands your energy into new and ancient places . Is it deep sleep or restlessness that it brings ? It’s glow could you bring you home some night . And to a home that seemed vaguely absent it may help you to meet once again . On those rare nights when it catches hold of you , when you didn’t see it coming , and it takes one of your breathes away and you loose the insignificance bits . In that second there is freedom . Illumination in degrees is , at times , surprising . It may be necessary to decide to welcome the bright light and it’s warmth . It is there waiting to know your soul’s answer is yes . Yes to ancient light from stars long gone and yes to steering along a path set in motion when your first breath had begun .
In the deep quiet of the night there used to live an endless invitation to set your spirit to soaring . A time set aside for discovery and an opportunity to break the boldest or the most mysterious bonds holding onto you .
Now in the dead of the night are the children . Children that did not ask for this life . Children being criminalized simply for being alive . Children being whisked through airports like some strange secret , like a lie .
The wailing , the visceral sounds of the wailing of the innocent babes and their Mamas being torn apart will follow these men in charge to their graves . They don’t know it yet . But it will . Haunting a spirit for evermore will be the suffering caused by the deeds of men with no heart and no soul .