The scent of earth, reminds me of growth. Of breaking, turning, sweat on my brow. Of digging, of holes, that need to be filled. Of seeds, and of life. It reminds me, of water, now and again, every other day, or once a week. Of pulling, of weeds, of earth, underneath my nails. It reminds me, of waiting, of time, of patience, and then, the reward, of all your hard work. Of new life, of birth, of little by little, every day a little more, until all there is left, is to bloom!
A rose blooms in the snow, gently caressed by the sun, who softly strikes the petals with her fingers. Below ground life prepares itself, for new changes in the spring, as the acorns are looking for their owners. I cry like an eagle across the Grand Canyon, searching for water between the deep cliffs, but the light feeds me from the inside. My wings dance in the sky, where my feet make pirouettes on thin ice. Faith is believing in the greatest outcome, like a rose blooming in midwinter!
A flower growing between the cold stone rocks – in temperatures that reach far below zero, and where even the animals do not choose to live, still survives on the strength within, that searches for life in the midst of an expected death, that is who I really am!
It is not the hope or the love that forces me to go on, but the ever-present reluctancy to give up. A faith that lives deep inside of me, tells me everyday that there has got to be more. More than this endless suffering, more than this heart-wrenching pain, that forces my pillow to catch my tears in the night, and my soul to hide them during the day.
A Force that is bigger than all of this – bigger than our entire universe, is what the last piece of my heart holds onto. All I hope for is that this Force, takes my pain and nails it on that cross, where it can die along with my tears, to restore the hope, born from love, that establishes a fountain of joy, within every corner of my heart!
Purple dresses reflect sunlight, wrapped in red sashes they reflect the soul. Golden bracelets start joyful music, where feet dance to the melody of the heart. I look at her auburn hair, bouncing on the light steps of her life. I hear her laughter like sweet melodies. She is a reminder of a past life, which formed the start of my current journey. A trip to faraway places, where sweet spices make me dream, and foreign languages fill my heart with wonder. I walk into the Ganges river and submerge, to resurface in the river Jordan, where I start my pilgrimage to Rome. My feet dance on the sound of tambourine. I fall asleep on relaxing soprano melodies. This journey brings me back to life, as past, present, and future collide, in a beautiful array of colors, that reflect every essence of my soul. I am more than I currently know, more real than any dream I ever dreamed before. And as I await the gates of Heaven, I know, my life was lived to the fullest, in the utmost sense of joy!