String and keys, appease, reveal to me. The beauty.
I say it all the time, not trying to change my mind but remind it…
At the other side, something is listening, maybe it’s just every cell in me.
Waiting to see if I’ll get it right this time, and understand in translation.
Arbiter; and I’ve been snoozing won’t find me losing what I see as wonderful to me.
Every bit, every piece replicating, a reflection of the mystery unfolding.
I ask the sun to shine inside me, Vitamin D, no sunscreen.
Warm winds wash over me, bringing the most lovely scents to soak in around me.
Heaven. This space that I live in. Every day given me meant to house a sanctuary.
Peace, a prerequisite. A requirement for happy trees to grow more lively.
I can receive serenity, living energy, through the most deadly reflections.
No fear arising because I know on the other side of It, is my everliving body.
Walking the walk instead of talking, explaining, in vain cause they can’t see my pain anyway…
The trick? The transition that does it. There is no spoon Little B…