She shines quietly for peace
as the rain falls all around.
She watches the storms rage
and knows her role
is still
to be as she was born to be.
The sun.
Always the sun,
no matter the dark clouds;
no matter the storms that rage.
Sometimes her touch is soft.
Other times, she is fierce enough
to burn new eyes into the fabric
of all the things.
But always she remains the sun.
Always she remains the sun.
Tell my heart to the moon.
Tell it all the love songs,
and all the pretty little hours that have moved me.
Tell it a smile.
Tell it wisdom, tell it grace, peace, joy and fun.
For if ever my sun begins to fade,
tell the moon to remind me.
It’s time, now, to shine.
Since the beginning of time, the beautiful dreamers have dreamed the dreams for all.
Now it is time
for all.
To dream the dreams for themselves.
Life is the magic you make it.
So
make it.
To the weary traveler of life:
No wonder you are tired.
You have been running
for so long
away from the dreams that chase you.
Let them come.
Let them fall into you
and let the river have them do
whatever they will do
to your ready and waiting heart.
Never let go of the key once it finds you.
The key will whisper the wind into you.
It will connect you to the invisible strands of life that make music you and that make you music.
The key will whisper the way to you, your way, the one you never even knew you’d been searching for.
Never let go of the key once it finds you.
Just let it unlock you.
The wind will take care of the rest.
The universe
says:
Go!
Trust in what you know in your heart
to be true.
It is the only way to get to where you know
you belong.
In the books.
In the sky.
In the wind, in the trees.
In the music.
I look, and I listen
and I ask:
Who am I?
And am I a big kid yet?
The answer is:
I don’t know the answer.
The question is:
Does anyone?
