Nine of Kindness
she speaks in many languages
sometimes her urging
creates pangs of fear
painful isolating dark
I did not ask for this
who erected this stone wall?
held in this place
painted with the colours of my fears
I feel
alone hurt undone
and the view from here
stops me cold
worried the path may never appear
a tiny voice insists
in time
is there such a luxury?
is there anything but?
the view will clear
and her wild whispers will guide me
to the deepest wishes of my heart
the light returning
as the wall tilts into a bridge
to soul-family
Interpretation: Worry and anxiety can become walls that hold us in. Nightmares may reveal the Divine in our fears. Be tender with your heart.
I have heard those wild whispers and they always steer me true. xoS
oh, yes! And I have seen you do exactly that! Thank you for being bold inspiration for me and so many others!
Hugs and butterflies,
~Teresa~
thank you, once again. and i love those last lines, that is you, a bridge to soul family. perfect.