Songs of Creation

It's after the quiet that proves really potent.

It's how you carefully consider and choose your first words. Those are the ones that give you away. Show where the silence took you.

What depths? Which kind of forest? What the trees moaned. Or the wind whispered.

What was removed from you? Did you give it willingly, knowing it wasn't yours any longer, or was it taken from you and are you somehow relieved now it's gone? Or sad, still clinging to the old cause it's safe, but caging you in?

Did you face the shadow secrets in the silence or at least how to be in there?

Do you trust your body's intelligence more than visual and tangible facts? Which reality do you accept to be real or do you dismiss the multiverses?

Are you full of love? Are you sure or just hopeful? Because you are Love (d).

Would you trust it if it goes against everything you were told to be true?

That you can be love. Now. Be happy.

Be free. Now.

When ever you choose.

What did it ever have to do with you?

Are you ever innocent?

Aren't you always?

Why do you stay there, locked in chains?

For sympathy? Admiration? Recognition? Compassion?

Can you release your name from who you are and become nothing?

Everything?

Letting go of all you cling to.

Your identity.

What you believe.

What you have experienced.

The pain. The hurt. The abandonment. The lies.

Especially those.

There is a consciousness always available to you.

Love.

The only true being.

One.

Forever.

You are given a look in the Mirror.

You see yourself and know.

It cannot be un-known.

You commit to yourself.

Conscious of the conscience.

You choose to honor the commitment to your Soul.

Nothing else matters.

But coming home. Transcending the untrue.

The patient approach to the wisdom you own now will guide you through to the portal coming, through the darkness getting darker now until that moment in space where it turns again.

It's in the quiet of this now, that is actually showing the seed of potentiality, that you hold within the gap of momentary opportunity, to create in the void. Will you cast it? And birth it?

Solstice. Light. The Spring of next year.

It's the quiet now. But if the quiet had a volume button and was turned all the way up you could hear the Songs of Creation.