Sometimes we have sparrows singing in our chests. Sometimes we have the cold raw sound of crows stealing the serenity of a new day.
Sometimes we cherish ourselves and find the strength to carry on, in spite of the hollowness that seems so prevalent in these end of days. We pull together and find the cracks where the light gets in. Sometimes that pull requires all our strength. If we can’t gather that, we crumble.
We tend to forget ourselves, don’t honor ourselves, eyes can’t catch the beauty anymore and we move into a darker space. We curse the Matrix, we curse our past, we perceive everything mundane as a pile of shit, we go very dark.
Clichés cast aside, we need The Love.
We forget to receive. We have to receive. There has to be a balance. No soul in this world is an island, well maybe we all are, but if we are, islands are connected through water.
Someone said to me the other day: “I feel like entering in a relationship will contradict my spiritual work, which I’m here to do, but sometimes I get so lonely.”
I don’t always get it, since I don’t subscribe to the decision making in this world that is either this or that. It is often both.