One more year,
that came by with you searching the sky,
left with grounding your feet to the soil.
Seeds sowed,
labour ploughed,
yet seasons withered the fields of your dream aspirations.
One more morning,
without dreams turning into reality
but with opening the eyes that projected the glimmer of tomorrow, the warmth of an embrace from a loved one, the triumph of crying with joy.
You wake up in the face of the sun,
taking on the world,
but you hadn’t realised you burned yourself down more than the sun burning the million tonnes of hydrogen.
One more breath,
you inhaled the pain of an endless, broken conviction
only to exhale at the miserable day that was over today.
Numbness wasn’t a feeling,
it was a constant state of relentless hope in the face of persisting despair.
Closing your door,
you turn on the lights,
sigh off that flame that was left in you
and your head laying in the pillow that you hadn’t realised crumbled from the heavy you’ve been feeling.
Pause,
maybe you were never the unyielding crop
The times around were changing, the conditions weren’t conducive, the care wasn’t ardent.
Yet the deepest part of the soil you’re made from still yields an unstoppable growth,
the roots that never perish,
will hold the strength to grow a tree of life that bears solace and cherish to all beings around you.
Here comes a New Sun,
that lifted the weight of a thousand pyramids from your shoulders,
brought the calm of a tomb to the clamorous mind.
The gentle resilience paved the way for the dawn of gentler rays and days that embraced your skin
the solitude under the moonlight, the caressing breeze of the night skies, the tranquil sleep in the Mother’s lap
you found the excitement of receding nights that will open up to an encouraging future.
New doors,
opened a reality to the self that you envisioned and aspired.
Opportunities that you once dearly followed,
followed your earnest foot steps back to you, gathering you to now lead beyond the doors of your old perceptions.
New perceptions, idea and transformations follow you,
where a higher-you awaits.
New purpose,
is being reborn into what you wanted yourself to mean and maybe not what you were “meant to be”,
is you feeling that time is the caring arm around your shoulder and not ahead of you in a race.
Destiny is the future reminding the present its promises,
so writing a letter today, making new promises to the future-self.
Setting a reminder, receive me there with a pat, tight hug
and onto completing another circle of life that I wrote for myself.