Scattered on Good Friday
I am finding it hard to find my centre.
Scattered energies
Running away
looking outside of myself
instead of in
where the beauty is
How can you not
find the centre of you?
I am not whole
I am scattered
shattered
pieces of me
floating through the cosmos
hiding from the pain
insane
alone
Time to ground myself
in the warm soil of spring
call to myself
be still
sit
in silence
until I return once more
unto myself
and rejoice in the true beauty
Scattered energies
Running away
looking outside of myself
instead of in
where the beauty is
How can you not
find the centre of you?
I am not whole
I am scattered
shattered
pieces of me
floating through the cosmos
hiding from the pain
insane
alone
Time to ground myself
in the warm soil of spring
call to myself
be still
sit
in silence
until I return once more
unto myself
and rejoice in the true beauty
of wholeness
posted by The Joyful Artist @ 10:31 a.m.
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