All that has left me now lies in the embers of a fire that once used to burn.
The incense of peace drifts eloquently above our minds.
The Lion at the center of the labyrinth of my sanity no longer roars its troglodytic heart.
Instead, a moonlit, ocean-coloured butterfly brushed with humble lights floats like a feather from hand to hand-giving strength and growing love within each of our two palms.
Let words flow like a river. Allow the breath of life to soar from the window of impediment to
sunlight.
Permit the vow of tenderness to undergo the circumstances of the promise itself.
And may the waves of anger be sawed down to a purely smooth surface like the lake when
even the wind itself is inexistent.
For I know that life is a crystal-clear stream made from a drop of compassion from God.
We are to follow that stream and smile at the fish and the rocks that we might meet.
It isn't simple to be a 100% good, nor 99% or even 98%, but we can do it if we show love.
You are Unbreakable-remember that.
