Its smaller and more condensed than you think it is,
Like an atom that when split can create a whole universe,
Or a mustard seed that contains the faith of God.
Its your gift,
Sometimes its pink,
Sometimes its dark and mysterious,
Pulsating with life of the unknown.
Lets not think of spite,
For it is the poison that divides the rock.
The layers you build,
On either side of the flooded road that I run down,
are something to be overcome…
I’ve been trying.
I’ve asked you to soar above the storm clouds like a jet plane,
Even as the crowd watches you in amazement.
Without a breath of true encouragement from you…
When all I need is a single glance to know you’ve heard me.
I’ve told you that you should step down,
Remove yourself from the snow that covers you,
Break from the shackles of conformity and appearance.
Re-establish yourself with the Source.
Return to it and breathe life into it
with your presence.
The Source has always been there for you
And it will wake up again when you touch it.
If you sound unsteady
The Source will steady you.