I caught a glimpse
momentarily
of what could be;
the potential of
the whole shebang.
Another kindred spirit
mislaid,
lost too in a familiar life.
Shared dreams, aspirations,
distanced
by circumstance,
united by certainty,
by the belief
that there is so much more…
Mediocrity,
alien
to us both.
Continually searching,
connected
purely by thought.
It is
At the point
of knowing
Knowing
Your truth
Without thought
That the beauty
Of creation
Connects
that knowing
Into reality
My bad days, are the good days
Of the time that has passed
Without denying my feelings
There’s no emotional fast
Sadness still visits
But no longer makes its bed
Doesn’t take root in my heart
Nor try to squat in my head
The pull of what was
No more dictates the result
Face to face with my fears
It is my choice to exalt
I am learning to trust
That I am where I should be
The outcome released
I love and trust just in me
None of us are separate
We do not stand alone
Connecting to everything
Universal threads being sewn
shiny pebbles 