Softness, softness becomes deep in my knowing, for the sounds of edges whisper quieter than they once did,
The black shadows give off a lighter hue and my mind feels at ease knowing it released what it needed to.
For it is connection that gives us presence.
Our authenticity gives us power over our greatest fears.
Our acceptance helps us to continue on being our truest selves.
And understanding that, without movement, we cannot fly.
We may only wonder why we lay in stagnation,
Where disconnect’s don’t mean reconnects, until we regrasp the notion that we will always need eachother, as we are all part of a long line of rotation.
We are all part of The same dance, we all come from The same bark,
And the roots, that grow below us, also entertwine below us.
Just as our family webs do.
And not once have we ever questioned… the actual questions, why do our minds have insistent ways of getting to the bottom of things, what is it that makes us feel like we must tick every box that involves life’s great game? And here again, are more questions…
I feel I get stuck in needing to know why we are the way we are, but, perhaps the real question is not a question at all.
The real language of connection speaks no words at all.
It’s an energy centre, it’s a vibration we feel with one another, it’s a connection that is not bound by language but by feeling.
And no matter the words that come out from our mouths, it is the feeling that we get from the silence of knowing.
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