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  • Author : Spirit_Healer
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04 Jan 2025 06:49 PM
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Cast your eyes away from the shore. Don’t let the waves of memories pull you out to sea to drown. I know it hurts. I know its hard. You are strong however. You have weathered worse storms. You have even pulled through the dead calm days where there is no wind to fill a sail.

 

Life has a way of rocking the boat. Tipping you, tossing you about. Even though we are the captain of our ship, we are subject to the weather to get us through the journey and to arrive at destination unscathed.

 

...

 

Look away from the shore. Turn your attention to the sky, the sun is set now, stars shine. No point in thinking about what will happen tomorrow, rest and know the stars will guide you and heal you.

 

...

 

The stars didn't come out that night. It's dark, vary dark. The night has been very long. Fog suffocates the air. It is calm but the eerie calm where nothing dares to stir. 

 

What do you when it hurts so much to move. When the body and the soul is trapped by the darkness and pain that suffocates it. 

 

If you attempt to pull yourself out of it you crash into the dangerous surrounds.

So you just start to sink. You no longer fight it. Letting the water pull you down into the darkest depth. 

 

Drowning. No air. No struggle left in you. 

 

You embrace the darkness, engulfed in in eternity. 

 

[Words of @The-red-centaur ]

 

@tyme @Healandlove @Oaktree @Shaz51 @MJG017 @creative_writer 

 

Just a moment ago, you embraced the darkness, engulfed in in eternity. 

And yet, behind the clouds, a stream of light breaks through the impending dawn.

 

Morning has broken.

And like the first morning..

Blackbird has spoken,

Like the first bird.

 

With the first chirrups of the birds,

Dawn breaks.

It is beautiful.

 

In the banksia tree:

The rosellas dance

 

It is my world, stirring my consciousness,

My soul

 

The darkness, it does not linger.

The dawn brings with it new hope:

And new life, renewal,

A glimmer of something majestic, magnificent, beautiful

 

Mother nature’s/God’s creation for all

For eternity

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