Saturday, 24 December 2011

Rising sun

This darkness that sits so thin. I know it beckons me to rest, dream. I can see the beginning of something new, something alive, something real. i can not touch it or hold it close. I do not have permission to open it or close it. I can witness the rising sun. I can witness the opening of hearts. I can hold hands and remind people to wake up to the rising sun.

This world of ours, lost in so many addictions and pains, is about to be rebirthed. Not is anyway I know about. Not in any form I can see. I have no idea where we are going, nor do i want to know. I am here with you on this journey. I am here!!!!

Never cease to wonder!

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