Finding a way in the foggy programming of yesterdays schedule
Getting ready to leave, to take flight with new golden wings
A gift from the pheonix in exchange for the shroud of solace
To fly high above the sunken clouds
Feeling lightness emerging softly
Letting go of trying to 'be' anything
Relaxing into the reality of just 'being'
Releasing the need to create
Anything other than space
For my heart to breathe
In truth, my truth
As it was always intended
