Do not let compassion and love
Merely be one
Of the many
Words we throw around so
Carelessly;
Action.
Do not let compassion and love
Merely be one
Of the many
Words we throw around so
Carelessly;
Action.
You did not create beautiful things in me;
After burning what is left to ash
I am transforming what has become of me
Through visions born of trauma.
Beauty and strength.
Experience and forgiveness,
Patience and love.
Rebirth and
Recreation.
Remember this;
Even the teeniest,
Tiniest
Seed
Can start a wild flower dream
Or a forest deep,
Keep faith and allow grace as you go.
Spread love evermore.
The universe is working in your favor
With you for the highest good at all times.
Whether
You are certain or uncertain,
Whether you are stuck or flowing,
Whether you are happy or sad.
When you feel strong, when you feel weak.
You are cradled in unwavering infinite love.
Open and receive.
Up on tippy toes I try to peek
Over hills and mountains high.
Try as I might I cannot see the other side.
I have to climb myself
One step at a time
And understand
This journey is mine;
Created with all of us in mind
To intertwine with those chosen
In this
Grand design.
To uplift and add endless love
As best We can.
I climb and rest,
Climb and rest knowing I am doing my best
With every breath.
We love and we fight;
It is not black and white.
Shades and adjustable lines of the mind.
We are all hypocrites.
Oh how we love to cling to our opinions for dear life.
this is not living, being immobile and stunted,
ever permanent in staunchly stated projectiles.
Mighty,
Yet fearful of love,
Afraid to flow.
Afraid that all that defined you really is not you.
We are more;
Boundless.
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.”