Now that I’ve come out of hiding,
my fears are forgetting to be afraid. Now that I’ve dropped my opinions in the rain,
my story is too small to cover my heart. Now that I’ve put down what I thought was important,
I’m surprised by angels lost along the way. How we got here doesn’t matter
and where we’re going is just something for the mind to chew.
I’ll meet you here, in the palace that difficulty opens- the magical doorway,
the shape of who we are.
seeing stars everywhere I go….
inquiry for today~ where do angels fly today?
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.