be the storm: perspective

raen1111

42.5

11.11 x 16

.a playlist for the age.

and in the beginning there were corn fields, and wide days ~ empty and waiting to be filled with imagination and dreaming ~

and there were long days, and summers without ending ~ bare feet, tangled hair and tan skin. the world churned inside the heart while feeling a million life times away.

there were seed dreams of cars and roads, long and winding ~ of trips into a new life, whispers of the future growing in the dark corners of summer storms.

the soul of the universe, sought me out and imagined me and re-imagined me. it whispered in my ear and i could not remain the same.

it was before the promises started to fall from the sky, before the bruised lies spread across soft skin ~ the lava and the fire, brewing and blooming ~ take a deep breath, it is going to be a long time before you can exhale ~

and in the fire, there was one thing ~ innocent and pure ~ and i did so little right, but i threw my body between her and the oncoming train and i loved her through the long, long storm ~ she remembers how to sing so i can remember how to smile.

dark things lurk, they sing their own alluring tune ~ so many ways to starve.

it is going to be a long, barefoot walk to the pyre.

and even in the darkest summer, the milkweed grows and the caterpillars will feed.

butterfly medicine is on my lips, the pyre has been built and the cocoon is spinning.

time to exhale.

light the pyre.

you are the common denominator, it is time for you to choose.

breathe ~ and know ~ life is what you make it and you can stop making it hard.

life can be easy, home can be safe ~ it has been a long journey, but it is worth it. the pyre is ash and you have been re-imaged. you have the courage to imagine and create.

and one thing has always been remained true ~ the universe is quiet and crazy and amazing and true. life is magic and you are magic and now, everything is okay, because your bones know it and your heart beats it!