Light appears and while dancing it beckons . Flowing into a rhythm it’s grace wraps around
any broken bits and draws out all humanness . The beauty and the wild rawness reside by side
by side . Nurturing the love is how they each survive …….
Immersed within your power , swept up by it’s swirling energy of love and wishes , anguish and courage . It’s ending transforms the spirit . The moments that we are given …to build upon our wisdom and enrich our hearts with spiritual freedom .
do we bring them into action or observation ? Or both ? Do we welcome them into our hearts to live ? Or are they pushed into places of dispute and into corners to grow cobwebs and carried like a weight ?
These moments given to us as magnificent beauties slip away quietly . And a precious few grab hold and let them be sweet . The others will appear when it’s required . So thank you dear moment . You are dear. 
In leaps and with great ease when the heart leads . Struggle becomes delight and light fills the
cracks of the bits that seemed broken . A smile slowly begins to open and widen across a
beautiful face . Even in a dim light the eyes are seen and are dancing . A moment of whimsy
opens the way for a life of cherishing joy .
Leaving space for silence and saying yes to thoughts that are unknown,
and before you know it the bridge has been crossed and you are on the other side . It’s how
to find out who you are .
Dear friend , delight in those leaps and see beyond . 
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I must have dozed off while birds were singing . Sweet and lively sounds acting like a
serenade . Their stories filled the air and comforted me into sleep .
Awakened by rustling as the winds began blowing . Stronger and stronger they grew
and stirring up the instincts as they do . Memories from all the storms that have come and
then have gone .
Then there is quiet and there is calm .
I do choose a beautiful , wild road and in between …. a bit of rest .
The rawness exposed rising up from my soul .
Shuddering in it’s innocence and slightly sweet in it’s song .
Dares to be a melody and not a lullaby .
And a glimpse of raggedy edges does not frighten me .
They have been seen before .
The longing for smoothness may appear along with gentleness in your glimpses .
There is nothing to fear .
In a moment , when a breeze becomes more , I choose to run along beside it .
Almost wanting to close my eyes and only to feel …
the delight and the laughter
and then I am free .
When the Spirit is Free
blchapman 