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Souls home

The colours of time

By Tina GrantPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Souls home
Photo by Chirag Saini on Unsplash

Do we ever figure it out?

The chase, the high, the come down.

Rinse, wash, repeat.

Tumble dry, low. Oh so low.

I lost all meaning searching for the meaning of it all.

Laying, mind racing.

Yellow, pinks and blue.

I felt those colours in my mind.

A quiet soft whisper. “This way.”

I could feel the joy and ease in that voice.

There I was standing in fields of yellow, pink and blue flowers.

Transformed, surrendered, free.

In the moment, the only moment we ever have.

Now, there is only now.

inspirational

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