When do we recognize them as lessons & What do we learn?
The same? Different? Patterns?
A honeycomb of varying outcomes dance thru me.
Seasons. Glimpses of hope, of movement.
While knowing the stillness - is where I will find and build upon my
Foundation of Peace.
My mind knows and grows
At times by choice
At times not
The task at hand for me now, is that Foot between my mind and my heart, and that measurement in my story is
So I take the step
Sometimes I leap
The butterflies vibrate and flutter
My throat throbs and pulses with
The unknown detaches with each milimeter
Every breath gifted and taken in LOVE - by choice
Encourages movement - by choice.
And the phrase made cliche`
This to shall pass
Echos in my periphery
Until this lesson is realized
My lesson(s) this time?
How to identify, let go, then manuver my ship thru
The ever dwindling - tho many faces of
May your lessons be learned in LOVE and help to ever propel
The wind in your sails, your hair, and most prolificly