It spread apart the confusion in the dream
It crawled between the barriers in the daylight
Here, it has cleared the way.
It confirmed the intuition in the waves of thought
It embraced the powers in the confident moments
It allowed the peaceful presence of the internal heaven
Here, it has cleared the way
My senses rose to new heights
My understanding formed trueness
My breath swept away clouds
My touch embraced the newness
My spirit strengthened into vastness
Tiptoes among the young and old.
She sees the vastness of pain and reason.
Chasing butterflies for answers among the endless winds.
She stops at the edge, terrified to take the leap.
Working hard to catch up to her passions.
In dreams, she catches butterflies until her reality allows her to take flight.
Welcome back.
It has been a while.
Pieces were left here
by an unspoken agreement with the past,
waiting without judgment,
without demand.
There was a pull—
knowing without knowing why.
The present.
The here.
The now.
Colliding gently
with what was once set aside.
The atmosphere became visible,
thick with recognition,
soft with permission.
And the pieces—
no longer scattered—
found their way back together.
moving backward.
The door is open,
yet I cannot see it.
The weight inside my mind
begins to spin me.
Please.
My sight blurs,
turning inward.
The ground beneath me
feels uneven, untrustworthy.
The thickness of my thoughts
brings me to a halt.
Please.
My hearing is clouded,
filtered away from truth.
The path stretches long,
winding endlessly around doubt.
Silence cries out
in uncomprehension.
Please.