Storm

At the surface level, the world is going through one of the toughest storms ever encountered.

Yet, when you view a storm from deep in the ocean, it can be a beautiful sight. The waves creating their own patterns of art in water.

The same applies when you step above the clouds during a storm.

Peace surrounds you and the storm is no longer as scary as it seemed when you focused on the surface.

Likewise, your role is to choose to fly high above the storm or deep below it to a place where the chaos of the surface doesn’t affect you.

Instead, you become the observer away from the craziness of the illusion, seeing the collective storm as its truth…love.

In this moment, have you found what you need, will you give yourself entirely to its appearance?

Decent Life

Do you see the Victors Light?

Lines streak across substance as though they have distinction, but they do not.

They are capped by the crescent of the moon.

The wind has blown through my mind ~ open, breezy ~ yet not free.

The storm it is stirring will need release.

Will you help me, perhaps guiding the storm safely away from purity, beauty, and the serene?

Industrial silk completely leaving the terminal while flowers and leaves settle in wax.

Gone, gone, it’s all gone.

Go ahead and put your coat back on.

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