Lightness

                           The more I empty out  , the less there is to carry,
 I am becoming lighter and lighter , lightest  . . .  until I can fly.

Tears running like a river , laughter continious , sickness , gone for now .
                      Exhaling , inhaling, sorting through the gray matter . . .

People flowing . .  in and out on a breeze.

Never ending friendships that will always remain . . .
              they stay the same ,they are weightless ,
                      yet worth more than gold.

I believe we choose people who help us travel
             through our deepest corridors.
Showing us how to let go , inspiriting our dance in this spiral of life.

 messenger's that assist us
                    in seeing  that which is hidden in ourselves.

 These divine souls are the mirror ,
          reflecting what we sometimes choose not see  .

 If we can but grasp the opportunity to accept our reflection
 of the not so perfect pieces that lie before us .

And just love ourselves unhinged , as we are.

Making our journey on the the wings of a butterfly.



Lark