a daylight dream

I come back to the solace of living my own life, whatever that means. the last days of summer and leaf-laden grounds, their crunch, their thirst for human, jovial steps. I run now, in search of meaning, in search for something divine, only to find it in stillness and peace. those days in Egypt when one had to hide in the shadows of home until sundown taught me how beautiful stillness is. the boredom of it, even. I used to think that having so much to do during the day was an ideal to live for, but it turns that the more I have to do, the more I feel dissatisfied. the more silence there is between moments, curled up on my bed, listening to the sound of aliveness in me, that’s who I am and what a sweet feeling it is to be found. it is not my role here on this earth to be running around, making things happen. I’m meant to enjoy the beauty of time and the receivership of life each day this soul chooses to live. cocooning into the shell of the beauty I behold within me, I long for the peace...

it has been said to me before. it is all merely a decision.   the decision not to wait for an erasing mechanism, a liberating inspiration. it is deciding to forget the weight on my back, start light, tread with ease. doing little and moving along with confirmation that enough is what the universe is. an imperfect, yet extremely probable, chance of creation. I am deciding now that there is no turning back. nothing will ever be what it was like before. the healing lights of transformation are always there, manifesting themselves to beam through the sunlight. I am always there for them, shedding the layers that expect things to be a different way, seizing every opportunity of control. but the control now is fading away. this temporary phase of my life is quite uncertain and one does not really know where to go, but a single dream of being genuinely of service, to be within people’s hearts and remember God is what I earnestly know is true of me. gifts . giving gifts to the world and al...