It hits me like a train, a hurricane of pain, the type that leaves one breathless whilst imprinting a deep stain; but then by some miracle it slowly fades away again, and I find myself back, forever changed.
Why is it so difficult to simply be, to look around the room and just be free; why do I feel a need to add something to me, when I’m the consciousness that holds every key.
Maybe you don’t need to have all the answers, maybe life need not be slower or faster; maybe everything’s evolving in the magic of the unseen, maybe its not about doing but simply being.
Be soft, feeling your way through be open, ready to receive the new be bold, and honest about what’s right for you Be loving, and you’ll feel that love too.
