Maybe its the time of year, where everything around me is breaking down, from one form to another.
The leaves are falling from the trees, the old worn branches are blown by the wind from the boughs, the waters flow faster, with each day of heavy rain, and water floods down the streets, taking with it the discarded debris.
I was looki,ng at a box just now, with FRAGILE written on it and this is what came to me, at this time of breaking down, and taking away,before the world rests for the winter,in preparation for whats to come in the spring.
My eyes are tired
Of looking upon this world
With thin skinned veils lowered over them
I relax in darkness,
Dream of that place again;
Womb like comfort and weightless ease
my vision clears.
I open my eyes
And look upon the world once more
with child like wonder and a sense of awe .
I have an empty head today so I thought I d share this poem by a wonderful woman, who writes openly and honestly about her struggle to be who she truly is. If you get chance,give one of her books a read,they are truly inspirational.