Talking tends to take turns
when there is no thought process in place.

Each evolution helps propel the energy
to an ever-changing life.

From far flight finds fast thoughts of fear.

Gracious gorgeousness gets
the whispers heard from the inside
to a place of glorious greats.

Hurting honestly has me
finding things hard to communicate.

In intending the invitation to follow my instincts,
it’s increasingly imperative my soul finds solace
with incredible intention of giving myself love.

The whispers of my heart’s stars –
their twinkle and the way they lead me
to my place of understanding.

And is this so hard to ask?

Feeling the pressures around me
to keep up and to swim on seas of
significant progress
stalls me out near the shore.