Metanoia begs the muse believe...
"Accept the current, do not fight the flow."
True, and known,
these aching limbs must
rest within the deepest ebb
- as the ocean swells
with each new
moon.
Drifting far
when floating; Sinking
deeply into crystal nothingness
- unless held by a sturdy rock,
tethered taut.
Promises sung, in rounds, stay...
Swirled upon a blushed summers breeze; Heard,
liberated, in flight's of birdsong
across sunset skies.
Connected distant energies may still
but for always, will burn brightly in each
& every shining light seen by
her sextant soul
[eyes]
on the
Voyage
ahead.
"Surrender the past & tomorrow comes...
un-blinkered,
never unbound."
~ ♥ ~
From me to all that is now, known, & yet to Be...
Metanoia (n);
the journey of changing ones mind, heart, self, or way of life