palms on a tree, like palms on a hand, wave in wind to ocean’s endless wave smiles.
moon magnet communicates, too, dancing with tide and shining tidings and greetings below.
stars pierce my mind like light pricks through sky cloak.
each sparkle a wonder—
what are we here for?
breathe a bit then be done?
could these inhales exhales be it?
or could there be a greater web woven. a bigger canvas—more beautiful than a real sunset. those magenta gold orange hues just meant to toot the tune of Greater. meant to summon us up, draw us forward into Love. maybe creation has a message.
but you can’t hear it if you’re full of other things.
do you want to keep your trash? your “valuables” like trauma junk and anxiety debris—wrapped up in self and all the money things? or could there be a losing more better than your dearest dream. lose the right to the illusion that you govern your life. surrender these breaths. let go these lung inflations and exhalations. something—Someone—better’s here.
let go…
the wind who wants to fill you waits.
