Sunday, April 13, 2014

No less than everything.

Tonight, the sky sits silenced and suspended between calm and rage before the storm, awaiting the chance to release the pressure in order to change it's shape and form.

You sit and gaze at the face of a gently falling dusk, drenched in the sounds of fleeting birds and the last of the closing doors of those retreating into homes as we circle 'round the same old sun, as hot as the fire in your core, ready to rise into being by following the call that pulls you toward what you must finally become. Embody yourself. You are fully supported by no less than everything. And everything is waiting for you.

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