The clouds of the mind
How is it that one moment everything seems so clear, where the next all the organized papers seem to be fallen again in a mess of the floor?
Is this what life is like?
Everyday you show yourself a new face,
a new perspective,
a new you.
Everyday we have to find ourselves again?
It is like the clouds in the sky, where we have to remember that the sun is always there, even when covered up.
That truth resides in every second of the day,
even when things seem so confusion.
I will hold my hand and gently caress it.
Like I would with the face of my baby one day.
I will hold myself now,
as I walk through this journey,
uncovering this pure light every single time again.
I hope you allow yourself to do the same.
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