New life has being reborn again.
Feeling the sun on my back.
Feeding off it.
Somehow clinging to it.
Not wanting it to go away and take my peace away.
I always go back to my fire.
The one inside, the one that never stops burning, no matter what.
That secret place where I am whole, where their is only peace and strength.
That secret place where joy finds its way back to me, no matter what. Where my passion is so alive, where their is inspiration and where the light finds me again. It whispers softly in my ear and wakes me up again.
I always hold on, way too soon. When it’s right, I can feel it.
But then life lets go, just like that.
I have to start allover again.
Sometimes I think I have been left behind. Even though I already know everything has its place in time.
This knowledge doesn’t take that empty feeling away.
So I don’t try to fill it. I just sit with it, say hello and then say goodbye.