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, 

inhaling,
exhaling.

I can feel the release of all attachments to my heart and melt into each moment.

Now.

Now.

Nownownownownow.

Beautiful,
fleeting.

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.