I feel alone but sometimes I am okay with my aloneness.
I am on a tightrope where the only place to move is forward.
I want to go back but that means giving up what I have now.
Oh,
there
is
always
a
safe
place
to
fall.
The universe is
holding
you.
The dam that kept me under control broke
The water spilled through and look what happened
The destruction of what I was told was meant to be
Became
grass,
flowers,
trees.
Don’t tell me that the dam was for my own good
You may like the desert but
I like the woods.
.
Let the daisies softly carpet what once was rough and barren
Let the trees offer their cool shade
Let the water flow into each living thing like a second breath
.
If you want to save my soul
Give it life
not
death.
Unashamed in my Eden.
My existence being mine.
My soul connecting to those hidden parts that I am just discovering are there.
To be balanced means to feel naked in the warm sand
and clothed by the cool salt sea.
To feel large
and small.
It is so exciting
Yet so terrifying
To feel truly free to
be.
The Culture of Being 