Something about the night has been making me feel honest, vulnerable, lately.
A time when all is still and I can be alone with my thoughts.
A time when I can breathe out, not a sigh, but of letting go.
Time stands still and all comes alive.
I can hear the breath of the land beneath my feet,
I can feel the release of all attachments to my heart and melt into each moment.
It is when I can hear the most quietest of voices that whisper these words I write, without any thoughts, just flowing,
expanding into the ether.