Our boots fell softly

Just as a lioness has a pride,

If I grow up I want to be a dandelion

Being with family and friends is great,

A prosperous precipice pollinated yet passive

One day a blue bird will submit providence

Bulls reside in the recesses of original solace

Sometimes I feel like the light is a million miles away. It tempts my heart. An embrace between moments beguiles my mind. The heart knows the light is everywhere, framing itself in varying degrees of radiance. The mind is easily fooled, viewing a portrait of black leaves and grey clouds yet ignoring the gentle wind touching the structures. It too often forgets the subtle layers of light buried inside the darkest corners of the soul. Once the mind remembers truth, it returns to the spirit of trust.

Are there pebbles in your stream that have always

The thunder sounding it's alarm, the lightening sharing it's energy, streaking across the sky to awaken the world to it's strength. Energy, skidding, crashing, lighting the way.

Journey beyond rationality;