I don’t want to be hard
In this chaos and thunder
I want to be as fluid as a rolling river
As graceful as a blue wren bird poised in marshland
Instead I feel like a rolling wave dumping unceremoniously onto the shore
Blowing the smitherines all that is around and everyone on the sand…….
No one’s perfect, nothing screams putrid more than the one who pretends-
Who gently brushes off the truth and listens to the mind that says ‘don’t hurt others’
When the body screams the truth over and over again- turning into anxiety and physical pain.
So, here’s to a smashing good time. Here’s to truth and all it has for Us.
I pray for humbleness in the colliding,
Openness and softness for direction and guidance,
Trusting in the new direction in this crazy truth in chaos unravelling…
