Sneaking over the balcony.
Step out of my skin, and I am at it again.
Witnessing, being quietly, then reporting back to the unseen.
Turning nothing to something, and something to anything.
Who knows what will catalyze these storylines endings. new beginnings.
No matter what happens it will turn out better than I have in mind.
Inviting excitement. Taking waggers.
Calling all peace and laughter
My greatest ally’s in this silent warfare.
It’s neither here nor there,
All is fair. All is fair.
But some things
are simply better for me.
What revelation might this cacoon of mine breaks into?
Time for the caged bird to fly, clipped wings.
They have a way of growing to write the wrongs.
Especially when silenced a moment too long,
breakthrough harmonizing to a common song.
And just like that, the walls fall down.
I’m holding my breath for the big reveal, the wings.
The best things. The flowers in the valley.
I am running, soaring, pouring over everything.
Rushing, traversing endless through the beauty consuming this journey.
I’m picking up diamonds, emeralds, and pearls
finding them riddled as the way unfurls.
Ever before me, the path extends to release strings
Rendering connections to guide my every direction.
The author of everything is always two steps ahead of me.
Compassion and patience carry me.
In the middle of the night, I gain insight.
A sky flooded by starlight, my brothers and sisters twinkle back at me.
Each tossing little tales to the enthusiast inside this body.
I should be sleeping but I am dancing lucidly and consuming the contents.
Spinning perfectly through the dreamscape that’s captured me.
I love to listen when the Author is whispering softly.
I am enwrapped by the stories pouring over me.
The perfect symphony to a story lover’s destiny.
Do what you love, they told me,
while selling these flowery chains’ for cheap.
And not even those can keep my feet on the ground these days.
The seed turned to a mighty tree.
It’s a wonderful sight to see,
It’s an even better feeling…
don’t believe me, please,
start your own envisioning.
See where the roots that start taking, take thee.
Up up and away, groundbreaking, earth-shaking, life-changing.
We will see…
We each experience paradise uniquely.
All eyes on these, surrounded by green things,
breathe in, silently listening to the author speaking
breathing my best version into being.
The little oaks grow. They yawn and stretch in every direction.
Coming together briefly for strengthening
before branching away confident in their independent journey.
Reaching above and beneath
all the while just being, trying to teach me lessons I haven’t been seeing,
Patiently, eternally tasked with exhaling my life energy.
Shaking their leaves at me when I miss the simplest gleanings.
It isn’t because I’m lazy, I feel like this chapter is hazing me!
Please conspire with me on this section!
I need something, speak to me, please!