Channeled by Anita Merrick/Crystal Wind
Solitary and adrift I sit upon this island that barely keeps buoyancy upon an endlessness expanse of saline imbalance.
There, too, are floating bits and pieces of the millions of broken hearts cast away by the hopeless and despairing.
Showers unabashedly shed tears sprinkling as rain from those who still suffer painful losses or continue struggling in attempts to nurse shattered dreams.
Alas, this island was never birthed from volcanic violence nor seems even anchored to time, yet it grumbles beneath me as any fire-born basalt cast onto the water like lava shining in a frozen moment.
Now this small island has become untethered to a shoreline and broken away from the past and its safe harboring cove.
Even still I drag my thoughts from the clutches of these doldrums and choose to pretend there will eventually be a reassurance of anchoring in a safe cove somewhere ahead.
I remember the process of securely tethering with boat ropes to secure this island where I shall begin salving this darkness.
Alas, shall my soul be freed from morose moodiness and cast off this colorless fabric, its design dull and woven from threads of fear and uncertainty.
Oh, I do know better than my egoistic mind choses to reveal for I know I am not truly alone and near my reaching are guardians and allies that know well the fates.
The Neteru, most trustworthy of all, I recognize their many countenances and their favors of shapeshifting ways and names.
Yet, even as I ponder them, they smile upon my confusion and my awareness realizes their reassurance in the sparkle of their eyes.
With that I know within my being that all my worries are but dust in the passing of time and all will be righted in time yet uncertain.
Even in this solitude moment, I take notice of many other islands, each with a single resident seated as I afloat upon a dreary sea all sharing this temporary despair.
Scattered of thought and weakened of will, I wonder if they feel unable to grasp what seems wrongly true or the solution for unblocking a renewal of truth and peace.
Solitary and adrift I sit upon this island that barely keeps buoyancy upon an endlessness expanse of saline imbalance.
There, too, are floating bits and pieces of the millions of broken hearts cast away by the hopeless and despairing.
Showers unabashedly shed tears sprinkling as rain from those who still suffer painful losses or continue struggling in attempts to nurse shattered dreams.
Alas, this island was never birthed from volcanic violence nor seems even anchored to time, yet it grumbles beneath me as any fire-born basalt cast onto the water like lava shining in a frozen moment.
Now this small island has become untethered to a shoreline and broken away from the past and its safe harboring cove.
Even still I drag my thoughts from the clutches of these doldrums and choose to pretend there will eventually be a reassurance of anchoring in a safe cove somewhere ahead.
I remember the process of securely tethering with boat ropes to secure this island where I shall begin salving this darkness.
Alas, shall my soul be freed from morose moodiness and cast off this colorless fabric, its design dull and woven from threads of fear and uncertainty.
Oh, I do know better than my egoistic mind choses to reveal for I know I am not truly alone and near my reaching are guardians and allies that know well the fates.
The Neteru, most trustworthy of all, I recognize their many countenances and their favors of shapeshifting ways and names.
Yet, even as I ponder them, they smile upon my confusion and my awareness realizes their reassurance in the sparkle of their eyes.
With that I know within my being that all my worries are but dust in the passing of time and all will be righted in time yet uncertain.
Even in this solitude moment, I take notice of many other islands, each with a single resident seated as I afloat upon a dreary sea all sharing this temporary despair.
Scattered of thought and weakened of will, I wonder if they feel unable to grasp what seems wrongly true or the solution for unblocking a renewal of truth and peace.
