I close my eyes and the light gets brighter. There I am centered and re-invite peace
Who then replies,
“Child I have never left, It is you who left.
What you choose you become.
Choose love.
Choose peace
Until there is no choice,
You simply are.”
Some people
Keep a place in their home
For misery.
They invite it to come sit by the fire
And welcome
Misery
Feed them
Fine lies
By hand.
I wonder,
In these dreams
I dream,
Where people come to visit
Is it I
Myself
Who has invited them
Or do they come of their own accord?
Do they,
As I lie missing them,
Long for my company
In the beyond
As well?
Chole Into Diamonds 