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.
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
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 .
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 .
The crest of a mountain becomes visible and anticipation grows in my heart . Each time there is a subtle building up of excitement and alone , or not , I can’t help but smile a little . Or maybe a lot .
My gaze is pulled towards the sky and then to overview of the landscape ahead . Thrilling my senses and awakening inspiration in my thoughts . Opening my arms as if that singular , simple act will welcome new adventures into life . Welcoming , inviting and daring the forces of my soul to come forward .
To be continued …
Joyous hand holding in a dream or was it you ? When you were there , you weren’t there .
And I loved you still . Lessons for hearing my heart and soaring free …and to believe .
It’s up to me .
Dancing thoughts anchored by the presence of you now twirling freely
leaping into adventures of this world and into ancient threads of humanity .
When i loosen the hold on the mirror in my hand it’s easy notice the heart muscle relax . The stories in the image that I see could change when they are set free . Those stories ask me for freedom from time to time and I consider it for a bit . And then it’s time to explore .
There is delicious laughter to be had and it’s free though sometimes there needs to be a reminder to seek it out . Then , of course , is the courage . It’s magnificence can go unnoticed if you can imagine . It’s so dear and sometimes life changing . You may only notice it’s friend known as fear but courage often slips in quietly and opens a door . And there is freedom .
Heartbreak has it’s own odd rewards . It might bring you to yourself and it might twist and turn you until you know that you can set it free . Tears create comfort in their release freeing you heal nearly unknowable woes .
When you clearly there is love and know it as a true companion you are free .