The vibes are flowing gently Gong beats sing sweet in the air The colour of pure abounds Hope hangs in silent prayer Hands join in expectation Bodies ache to let go of the fight Surely this must bring salvation An end to the long dark night Fingers grasp beneath the surface Scrabbling for something to turn the tide The growing realisation That there’s nowhere left to hide But the pattern repeats exponential The needle wears thin in the groove The road to the peak gilded by boasts of those who have something to prove The cycle won’t break in the circus The power won’t change from the top Each cog that turns the wheel Feels the way to make it stop There’s weight to be found in the softness There’s substance that lives in the gift Words won’t be needed to lead to the space Where our hearts know they’re needed to shift The stage is set. The acts are ready. We know our lines. We’ve rehearsed it well. All that’s left is to let go of all that you know Trust to spirit We can break the spell.
Another Monday rhyme time, those Sunday’s just keep slipping away. The muse is proving elusive of late and it’s making me late! Though perhaps I’ll take a leaf from Gandalf’s book and say that I’m never late or early, but post exactly when I mean to. Hope you enjoyed this week’s offering. If you’re new here then please feel free to explore the rest of my blog and subscribe if you like what you see. You can also follow me on Instagram.