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Into the Equinox
In the wee hours of purple skies,
I dream of the moments when we were regal.
The times without question and the knowledge that I was forever.
I weaved my spiritual thoughts between the here and now.
To Lay in A Meadow
I came to the land to lay in a meadow.
A place where I could lay my burdens down. I found my place in the tall grass and attempted to remember the time before inception.
The time when all that mattered was holding space in the grand scheme. Before chemical reactions influenced the outcomes, before knowledge, time, future, or past.
I came to the land to lay in a meadow.
To trace the journey of how !!
The Birth of Hope
We have been taught to fear the darkness, why?
Is it not in darkness that life begins?
Is it not in darkness that we can see the light of hope?
Is it not in darkness that we can see the stars and know that there is MORE!