When it rains,
pause to watch what fuels the tears inside you,
part the clouds,
and shine love there.
But when the storm defeats you,
take shelter in becoming the field as the bleeding weather passes over.
Wild flowers know they will dance with light again.
To cry a tear for the last time, and not again tomorrow,
is a silent warrior, capturing their naked self.
The nude journey to freedom is in the quiet sitting along the way,
like an old tree with the same view.
Eventually, when we arrive at peace,
our tears can evaporate into rainbows,
to remind us we can always find something golden at the end.
About the Creator
Sonja Wesholowski
On a quest to share what I uncover on the Hero's Journey. I trust the light and the shadows reveal themselves to you in perfect timing, for your highest good. May the path lead you home. Namaste.
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