You are protected
you are protected from them.
Your inner strength shines
You are protected
When there is love in your heart
there is also strength
where there is a strength
there is also weakness
where there is a weakness
there is also time
Do your best
believe in you
believe in your strength
and so feel your courage engage
The rain inside my heart
has turned to snow
I love the snow
Relax into the spirit of it all.
We are often unbalanced as we move through our lives and often there’s a noise, a vibration, or a gut feeling and these signs are sometimes missed, and I for one am guilty of not listening or not appreciating that maybe the universe is trying to say something, trying to let me know that perhaps I need to relax, to not overthink, and even to open myself to the mystery of my surroundings or to believe in the indomitable spirit of my soul.
Letting things go is good but troublesome in that there are so many distractions out there and so many diversions in here where thoughts run away in tangents of imagination.
So yes, letting things go is tough but once we start we’ll feel more freedom until that smile crinkles our soul into a rhapsody of realities
and then watch us fly!
There are many reasons as to why we are, or feel fragile and also why we fear, but sometimes we fear because we are fragile, timid, controlled or unable to come to terms with our weaknesses or our imaginings of a weakness within us because those who do control prefer it that we stay inside our shells and so we become more and more unable to break free of their bonds and our own bonds.
It is very difficult to stand up, very difficult to say what we think, very difficult to acknowledge that we are anything but their servant, very difficult to believe in the strength lying within and very difficult to be open to the reality of the idea that we are a person of note with our own tools of and for life.
The biggest and greatest tool we have is imagination.
We are stronger holding the belief of our courage in our hearts, in our souls; in our very bones.
You can awake the fragile and you can release the fear but yes it is difficult, very difficult.
What is it but a drowning sorrow
as the sky weeps its release
What is it but a chilling fear
as winds scour the earth
What is it but silent heartbeats
as snowflakes settle one by one, by one
What is it but a waiting
an apprehension of thought
a waiting of age
soon to be lit
It is this
this very moment
when upon looking up
a butterfly in winter
shivers in its beautiful strength
shivers, and is gone