Golden

Why would this bug have a body of pure gold? Because it's picked up the pure light of the sun. Why must the story of life keep being retold? Because the experience is different for each and every one. What is the wind whispering to the trees and what are the birds saying with their sweet harmonies. Why at this moment am I graced with such stillness and ease, and why ever worry about anything. On the other side of the shadow's and the spring's is a story unraveling, a soul that just earned it's wings, a Hawk in flight spreading it's love and a future for us all, where we all can be one. I apologize, sometimes I get so in the thick of it. People acting unconscious, hurting one another, I get so sick of it. That's okay to feel and speak the Truth, just don't take it so seriously, that only brings misery, Silence is Golden, sometimes words need not be spoken. Tap into the channel and blow it wide open into a space of a natural continuous high to a journey beyond, where joy and happiness thrive. No more to say, just to be and this is where you'll find real  peace and serenity.

Sunny Penalver