“Half
of me is filled with bursting words and half of me is painfully shy. I crave
solitude yet I also crave people. I want to pour life and love into everything
yet also nurture my self-care and go gently. I want to live within the rush of
primal, intuitive decision, yet also wish to sit and contemplate. This is the
messiness of life—that we all carry multitudes, so we must sit with the shifts.
We are complicated creatures, and ultimately, the balance comes from this
understanding. Be water. Flowing, flexible and soft. Subtly powerful and open.
Wild and serene. Able to accept all changes, yet still led by the pull of
steady tides. It is enough.” ~ Victoria Erickson, Writer/Columnist/Author
I was flying Across the deep And I saw the delicacy Of life Wrinkles on the faces Of the old So pure they glistened Like awards The joy of children Running with abandon Their laughter ringing Like chimes in the wind I saw the soft moving waves Across the sea And the trees releasing Their rainbow leaves Birds joined me on my flight And I saw the surface of their wings Adorned with patterns Glorious and unfurled I saw the tears of the sad And the smiles of the glad The suffering in mourning And the celebration of birth As I descended toward the ground Slowly, slowly, softly I saw the gentle grass of the field And smelled the fresh earth It was a perfect landing © 2018 Timothy Moody
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