Have you ever return that consciousness with love?
Have you ever shared that message with someone who need to know what you are about?
Have you met that person, your person? Your twin flame?
I am back in the hush and rush of the city, I struggle to survive the chase to nothing, only to come home in the evenings and feel drained and tired. To try and regain sanity, I am still in myself, but the disturbing noice of the rush and the struggle of others refuse to leave my ears, I waited until the whee ours of the night to let the still wispers of my soul meet with me, so I can eventually calm down and be with my inner self. Heal what the day had ripped out of me, and pray for the souls who no longer know what is wrong with the rush, who no longer know what peace are about, who are robbed of this one thing I managed to find on the other side.
I know who and what I need;
I need to make peace with the rush and practice my inner strenth,
I need my consiousness to stand strong,
I need you,
I need to stare into your eyes, drown myself into the love I see and feel, regocnise your soul,
I need to regain my peace,
I need the surrounding of your arms,
I need the security of your presence,
I need to hear the words you speak,
I need our solitude,
I need tranquility.
I need to remember to live life every day and not waiting for the right tomorrow. Now is the reality, now is what you are, now is right here. Fill the spaces between the wait's for the next best time, next best moment, next best day, with moments that count.
And while I am here in the now, making my needs reality, the answer jumps to mind . . .
And the angel with archery wings, aim, and shoot an arrow to tomorrow's sun . . .
Now, all af a sudden I understand the message; to shoot for tomorrows sun you will miss today's . . .
In a dream, about a week ago, I received these words . . .
'The angel with the archery wings, shoot the arrow to tomorrow's sun'
and I did not get it right away, now I do.
I will no longer miss today, by waiting for tomorrow, I will plan for tomorrow but not let it make me waiste today. Too many todays are waisted on waiting for tomorrows . . .
These are my own words, they come to me through my soul, me being me, and listening to the wispers of my inner self.
I started to write this piece not knowing where it was leading me to, well here I am, my message is shared.
In kort, ek verlang na my man, die stad maak my klaar en my droom het nou betekenis en ek maak die tussen in leemtes vol met vreugde en dade, tyd saam met my geliefdes hier. Ek probeer my bes om die harwar met goeie herinneringe en 'impressions' te 'equal'.
Shoot for tomorrow's sun, but stand under today's while doing so . . .
Groetnis
Iretha
