There is just the drop.
The drops filling the Ocean.
By light travelling through elements and time.
In the experience of different states of being distributing and gathering information,
nourishing the ground as well as being the past, present and destination of the life found.
To love;
To what roots us to grow to the sky above.
Breathing love, to radiate to carry our existence in body and thought.
Exuding love, even in the face of the ones still trapped in thought.
To help transform the way we inform the structures that form our norms.
Love Unarmored.
There is many moments where you wish you could just turn back the time.
These moments which you will always long to have experienced or behaved a different kind.
The moments like these which ring endlessly in your soul.
Moments precious, stories you would have liked to be able to be told.
You can just breathe and with time the wounds will heal and the longing seize,
they will become part of people's sleep.
And you will live more, then know, that it was not meant to be.
But you know that it was you who might have not allowed for it to be meant to be,
shied away from the opportunity you were wanting to seek.
Your own self getting in between,
the moment you would have liked to experience and see.
Seeing that the path of solitude is the one oneself is seeding
The heart keeps beating
The only solution
One keeps breathing
And opening to the full depth of feeling