When did scarcity roll over you, wilting you timid and fearful?
What darkened childhood tale shadowed your lightness and spirit, giving away your bold?
Who changed you so short that your worth became socially outsourced to the new and unknown?
When the sun rises it reminds us with furious beauty that moments are spectacular. Well thought plans, penned goals and shiny thoughts trivial pursuits of those who will never grow.
The rain that drenched you with indignation, coming unannounced on a summer day? The universes way of tapping you awake to all you never will control.
What happened between the first moments your eyes opened to the universe to where you stand today? Unable to muster the courage to stutter the words your heart desires, I miss you, I love you, please don’t go.
Our heart and our soul intuitively tells us when we are home.
An unspoken settled place is our being, a warmth, a person who undoubtedly many lifetimes we have known.
Tell me, when did scarcity roll over you?
Leaving you all alone.