Haphazard dreams filtered
and the coolness of night breached,
we slip through the realms of being
and discover the space that lies waiting
between the now and then.
A voice heard through the essence
of silver lined clouds on high,
a whisper of thought awakened
if we believe in words of wisdom,
and heed the calling to rise to more.
Spilling seeds of goodness,
we teach through kindness and love,
a simple essence of soul flowing through
a universe rich in abundance received.
We have come to the crossroad
and dig deep to make our choice,
weighing the value and worth
as one step taken shines light
how right we were as we moved through
and found the light we sought.
” Spilling seeds of goodness” and “teaching through kindness and love” . Beautiful and hopeful words. Thanks.
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“we slip through the realms of being” – loved it!
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Beautifully penned. Bravo.
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