The Choice
You are a seed of stars
ready to burst into light
don’t wait for sunnier days
when the ground unfolds
its green bed and life wakes
in a chorus of color
inside of you an eternal spring waits
ready to bloom
it can grow with each breath
kissing forgotten cells with love
where will you place your sacred
lips? To whom will you give life?
fear is a vampire
a vacuum
a black hole dissolving air
and light into the void of darkness
but you can chose where to send
your breath, your light
your love
you can choose
in each moment
how to live
The Light Behind the Story 
Ah, that’s fabulous, Alethea, so beautiful and inspiring. It was exactly what I most needed to hear from the universe today! xxx
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I’m glad to hear that, as I began this poem a couple of days ago and it ended up taking an entirely different turn today than I though it would! There’s always a reason. xo and blessings to you 🙂
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Yes, I agree, Alethea: The message dictates the pace, in a sense, doesn’t it? We think we control our words – but I suspect we don’t, not really: We are briefly ensouled and then the Muse drifts off to pastures new. xxx
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The best way to write, I believe 🙂
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