In the farthest corners
of our known galaxy
we gathered.
Together we brought
Souls together
from the center
of our unknown Spaces.
We considered peace on Earth,
and peace beyond our land + sky.
We created conversations
about everything peace related.
We were peaceful.
When the Sun rounded
the corners of our Earth,
and the morning star rose
in the gardens of our galaxy -
the sound of the auroral borealis
clicked loudly in the sky.
We woke from our harmonious dream.
Two rainbows bloomed-arches,
castles in the sky
uniting our heavens
with our earthly bodies.
2020 tales were told
by the tellers of stories,
the wordsmiths,
and the crafters of silver linings.
Through the wind and rain,
hail and storm,
lightening and solar flares
came the beginning of the end,
and the end of our beginnings.
We matured.
We were being promoted to mature -
emotionally and physically,
spiritually and mentally.
Destiny drew us
past the illusions of duality,
dragging us head over heels
into bipolar polarities.
We perplexed and pretended
that we were afraid
of the known and unknown.
The truth was embedded
in the story still being told,
never-ending simple complexities
told over, and over, again.
A simple HELLO
would have sufficed,
but we were too busy
struggling to figure life out -
instead of living it gracefully.
We were grateful
to that
which evolved us,
intensified us,
and focused us -
each one of us more clearly.
“Home again”,
we shouted
as the Sun fell
and the Moon rose.
Dawn cracked the sky,
like ice freezing storylines
onto the surface
of a cold winter pond.
Life homemade,
handmade sometimes -
made by the sweat,
and courage,
of the hearts,
which crave peace.”
of our known galaxy
we gathered.
Together we brought
Souls together
from the center
of our unknown Spaces.
We considered peace on Earth,
and peace beyond our land + sky.
We created conversations
about everything peace related.
We were peaceful.
When the Sun rounded
the corners of our Earth,
and the morning star rose
in the gardens of our galaxy -
the sound of the auroral borealis
clicked loudly in the sky.
We woke from our harmonious dream.
Two rainbows bloomed-arches,
castles in the sky
uniting our heavens
with our earthly bodies.
2020 tales were told
by the tellers of stories,
the wordsmiths,
and the crafters of silver linings.
Through the wind and rain,
hail and storm,
lightening and solar flares
came the beginning of the end,
and the end of our beginnings.
We matured.
We were being promoted to mature -
emotionally and physically,
spiritually and mentally.
Destiny drew us
past the illusions of duality,
dragging us head over heels
into bipolar polarities.
We perplexed and pretended
that we were afraid
of the known and unknown.
The truth was embedded
in the story still being told,
never-ending simple complexities
told over, and over, again.
A simple HELLO
would have sufficed,
but we were too busy
struggling to figure life out -
instead of living it gracefully.
We were grateful
to that
which evolved us,
intensified us,
and focused us -
each one of us more clearly.
“Home again”,
we shouted
as the Sun fell
and the Moon rose.
Dawn cracked the sky,
like ice freezing storylines
onto the surface
of a cold winter pond.
Life homemade,
handmade sometimes -
made by the sweat,
and courage,
of the hearts,
which crave peace.”
