Between worlds and time
A movement that need not be seen
A daily blessing whispered to sweet birds
a morning song.
A song carried on cold morning breezes
A song that hit your skin with its sound
a feeling not a word
Come. Something new is beginning.
Will you join?
All it requires is a willingness to begin anew
to let the heavy weights down
to place your bare feet on the cold earth
and to breathe as the sun rises.
To let your flesh be led.
To let the new light grow inside you brighter and brighter.
It was always there, waiting for you to let go
and just your inner sun rise.