The continued hope, a glimmering light
the love , the beauty, the friendship, the bond
Always believe my friends and never lose sight.
She shall come, at tomorrows morn At your darkest hour, believe in everything that you can not conceive. This is beautiful faith abound ~ Take the next step and wake the cow. We shall meet beyond the threshold
My words may be short, and my visit may be fleeting though believe in this love my friend
for my presence is gleaming
Love is here, love is here, love is here
So last night after coming home from the beach with a friend and taking a nice long shower to rid ourselves of the salty goodness that remained on our skins, we rested up and then set out on a moonlit walk through the forest. I had been feeling weird for the past day or so, but I knew with my friend that I had an anchor of sorts.
So as we set out upon the lunar trail through the woods, I felt an amazing feeling of excitement and togetherness about the moment. As if we were being led towards something that we indeed had set as meeting a point for this very moment. Fear began to creep up upon us as the night grew darker and our willow friends ever taller. Looking into each others eyes, hearts beating and feet shifting; we took hold of each other’s hands and pressed onward. Towards the dark void that we knew we must cross.
Bats flew past and critters crept along, yet the deeper we got, the more beautiful we realized this fear to be. There was comfort in it, as if, as if it was no longer there
The beauty in facing fears gave way to the trust in a bond that could never be broken; one of love, friendship and well something else
Next time you see fear waiting around the bend, greet her – she may just be trying to remind you of something of much more value; something that you may have asked her to show you yourself <3
I know now that these things that I knew from the beginning are true. The me, the you. A love so true. I believe in myself and all that I know is here with me now. Residing, living loving. Becoming.
I am me
Be who you are and let it be for this is the beauty I see
Love, love from rainbow to rainbow and tree to tree – let this all free
free to be me
a silver doe, a guiding light, it was you all along
guiding me, to me
The power of creation lies within us all, a beautiful concept. A cradle of life, a base of everything.
A beautiful thing to just wish and it is done. To create is to reflect, to extend ones self. Maybe further or maybe even deeper into reality. Yet, what is this reality you may seek, or may observe or maybe even acknowledge, experience.
Going with the flow granting life, dancing upon the wind. Her dress would glide along the blades of grass, catching themselves between her toes. Tiny little check points, they would greet her skin along this path. Ever so full of life, guiding her to a great translucent batch of moving life. Grazing her foot along the back of this new sense of life, she giggled. Now floating among that which she called bliss, she would find a friend. She lived in it and it in her they were one and yet separate. Never too far from one another though, for finding a friend would be as simple as looking inward