Doors open, like solar flares that ignite in the reflection of moonlit waters. They part, granting gifts of both the heavens and the seas. Gifts from Mother Earth and the galaxy. Angels of light flood their welcome as doors part wider.
There are years and tears that stain the background of its being. Lifetimes of karma, mistakes, rights, wrongs, and unfulfilled wishes. There are victories too — families, loves, children, riches, met dreams, and esteem.
The creative streak of love and light flash through my being like a tidal wave desperately reaching for shore. The true ‘I’ yelling from mountain tops. Begging to be seen. Sadly set aside for too many lifetimes, gathering dust from the mis-planted trees.
Sitting here, staring outside of my apartment window. My soul nudging me to follow its purpose. Its soft wing tips on my back. My ego mind yells, why don’t you know it yet? What are you doing? Find your work!
My balanced beam off kilter. I lean into the darkness. Comfor...