we are frail. we are moved by the wind. it comes upon us and we are unprepared except in the most important ways. and we sway. and we wonder. in human ways. how we will avail our tomorrows. how we will honor our beauty. for the dance of the setting sun is a dance beyond beauty we are allowed only a days understanding. let our beauty rest. upon the boughs of our most beautiful eternal soul. amongst the living. and the long forgotten dead.
how do you feel in the face of reflection about these many months that have passed? looking back upon the soul self. how has the spirit of your inner soul remained or changed in that time? how has your commitment to your soul self strengthened? or how has that soul spirit waned?
we must remember that our soul will feel as if a kite upon the wind. always keep in mind that we must nurture this call to our spirit. it is our duty to make it whole. no matter which way it calls us. it will call us in many ways. it will call us in many forms.
allow our spirit this peace. allow your soul to be as one with its outward projection of self.
hugs and hugs- however the spirit fetches you
O and Om