Sitting on the hillside

Sitting on the hillside

Looking over past lives,

(Remedy for the strife

From which we climb,)

Seeking to ascend.

True impulse comes from the depths

Digging deep to find adepts

Who do not count breaths.

As: “a sign to separate life and death,“

but rather:

The measurement of minds ab-sense or involvement

in Unnecessary problem solving

(while many go hungry, still.)

Solutions are shuffled through without execution.

to struggle is an illusion,

a movie we create and uphold through perspectives, such as if to say:

“there is no such thing as perfect.”

and yet,

the patterns of creation within the chaos find balance.

I challenge that we think again and truly reflect on what comes next,

with love.

Unperplexed are the steps to take,

they are the break,

a release,

into the current taking the moment, to moment, as a present.

to witness the unfolding there,

as sunshine from above,

to watch the flowers blossom.

patience is key!

connecting to the nourishment within.

May we too, as they do, come to bare fruit!

Tangible moments in presence with the unfoldment of hearts symphonies seems to be to me the best way to ride this wave:

-“I feel”