Walking alone On the First cool morning of the season, It’s bright and clear And I notice, for the first time In a long time That I can feel the Sun on my face. Somehow I’d forgotten My love for these beautiful mountains so blue Behind The hill that’s been blocking my view. A dump site for resentment and sadness. Now that I’m Observing the world again instead of ruminating This is my future, My home. My view.
growth is imminent whether we like it or not. When we are awoken, we are pushed by the divine to take the step into consciousness spreading our wings and expanding our minds. We never ask for this but it is always the most divine gift you can give yourself. Accepting growth.
When fake skin is shed and you know your truth. When all fea ris gone and you're at peace with you. When your wings are spread and you're lost in no rules. You'll find us: carried in the moment making it through singing to life, loving it. Join us, the beautiful youth.
And the quiet black stillness became a familiar friend. Slowly reaching to an spiritual abyss, With dark moments that regularly strengthened myself. As the depth of this special solitude led me to a new realm, I whispered my prayers to the wind, Into the tiny hall of awakening where messenger of the gods awaits.