A message is arriving. Knocking on my door. To share what I have. To Share while I can. What is meant to be shared. Before it is too late.
For the moment is precious and suddenly it is gone. The moment is now and will not return again. A memory may revisit but will never be the same.
To give the sacred apple while it is ripe and red. Who knows about tomorrow if it still upholds its charm. For suddenly at a moment its time has surely passed.
And as well while I am HERE and ABLE to Express, in this specific form, in today’s specific ways. Tomorrow will be different, and maybe I’ll be gone. Who knows how long I’m staying? Today is all I have.
But what will people think? They might judge my song. Well that is up to them that is their own choice. And it doesn’t really matter because tomorrow they’ll be gone.
Sharing what I have. Sharing while I can. May it be just this. Just these very words. Or working in the earth. It might be through a song. Or a poem from my heart.
Opening my Heart. Expressing what is Here. Releasing shame and Guilt. Sharing current Truth. What is momentarily alive. Allow it to be Seen. And what once was so precious will be taken by the wind.
Releasing ancient worries of how I might be seen. I can no longer bother. I need to live my dream. The tension in my body. The thoughts which clouds my mind. The protection against feeling. I leave it all behind.
I don’t know how my voice will carry. I cannot say how long I’ll hold. For how long this body functions. Being able to unfold.
Tomorrow’s never certain. Suddenly I’m gone. My health might be wavering. My strength may not uphold.
And so I chose to share what’s moving, throughout my sacred bones. Allowing for the currents and emotions freeflow.
Honouring my strength and my capacity to be. Honouring this life, by sharing what’s in me.
One thing is this poem. Perhaps later just a smile. In a week it might be nothing. Who knows what may arise?
Honouring this CYCLE. I do the best I can. I don’t know what is coming. And the Fear is creeping near. Though I can no longer bother. There’s no more time to waste.
Think of what you want. I hope your life goes well. I send you all my blessings and I send them to myself.
The Cycle of the Sacred, weaves into our lives. It may not be seen though it creates all the time. Nothing is to keep. All we have is to give. Sharing while I can. Before my time is due.
