This morning as I strolled beneath towering trees I felt so small.
Thinking about last night's conversations of confessions of weaknesses
I remembered feeling the pain of a soul who had surrendered
herself to a supposition. One that never had the chance to be heard for real.
How small we are when we limit ourselves to our own crazy beliefs
or lies that we are anything other than wonderful.
We are the trees. We breathe the same breezes and sway as they dance
when we are one with them.
We are the blueness of the morning sky
and the vastness of the universe, one brilliant star
shining unto the next.

We can only be overwhelmed and stricken when we remain small in the face of difficulty. Be big. And know that the person whom you mis-read is also big. Don't take that from yourself or any other.


BLISS

Before it was a river
Laid a dry and barren plain
Beneath the mountains’ towering
Slides to flash the falling rain

Before there was a mountain
Breathed land above the silent plates
Soon to erupt within the molten core
Unaware of its magnificent fate

Before it was a spinning earth
A mass of unfathomable light
Forced to be this world we see
Our pleasure, now our right

Before it was my light, my love
My name was always this
Conceived by the rain and cosmic pain
Life bore me, its daughter, BLISS