I had a voice...we are all born with one. My prayers had authority. Now not so much. I struggle for words a fair bit... Why has the power gone from my lips when I used to swing king-hits with words that swung like sword blows and carved a way for light to penetrate and send … Continue reading Shy
Sometimes falling is flying. What felt like plummeting in blind and violent decent was in truth the rush of wind that caused me to spread wings ... taught to fly whilst in freefall and instead of hitting bottom it seems I'm learning to soar ... That sweet voice whispered words "jump and I'll catch you … Continue reading Fledging
Truth dear heart is absolute, not subjective. It does not come in shades of grey...changeable like stage costumes. It is seldom choreographed, never rehearsed....it does not fear exposure. Viewing truth from different angles does not change its composition . Its solid, not vapor. It stands alone sure footed not needing to survive afloat on the … Continue reading Truthseeker
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