“Love is free, and so is she, for she is love, so she has its key. Love is free, its you and its me, for love beams through, when we simply be.”

Her emotions no longer scared her, and she was declared free.

I’ve always been right here buried under the rubble of fear; I simply forgot how near I’ve always been to the heart that holds love dear.

She nursed her wounds, softly holding space, breathing love into pain, until it turned into grace.

The girl she’d always wished to be, was reflecting back to her soul’s poetry.

Her dreams were akin to the vastness within.

She knew what was in her heart and that was enough; she could feel what was real for it lighted her up.

It always comes back to you, when I turn away you’re in my rear view; life twists and turns arriving at pastures new, but still it always comes back to you.

She wants to live in trust; knowing that the right particles are colliding, in the most divinely timed timing.

There’s something about twilight that makes her soul shine bright; its as though the glow of the sky draws out the beam of her light.

The waves of life arrive in rhythms, the tide goes in and out the moon shines in prisms; see its natural to feel the ups and downs for you’re life itself hidden or found.

Find a home in your heart in the part that stays, the love that powers through you and your soul bright rays.

She felt uninspired dull and unfired, she craved newness to be clueless; something wild.

She’s afraid of losing love, not realizing she’s the universe.

She realized she was lonely for herself, for she missed the taste of oneness and the way connection felt.

Perspective isn’t clear in the midst of storms, for its signal is distorted whilst its being transformed.

When all is said and done, the moon still shines with the sun.