Are you listening?
Are you listening?
The night brings truth, wrapped up in ugly looking wrapping paper of fear and resentment. Everything that is not authentic has rough edges that are not softened by daylight or conventions.
Sorrow unwrapped. Doubt.
Can I do this?
Do I want to do this?
Would it not be better to leave this mess and allow myself to fly freely, to live the love I know, unburdened by other people’s doubt and fear?
Like a knock that slowly enters my consciousness, the cuckoo sings
Cuckoo
Cuckoo
Cuckoo
What is he saying?
– Are you listening?
– Are you listening?
– Are you really listening to me?
Once I really hear his message and sense my being forming a YES, he stops singing.
He is the reminder that magic is forever present. That love wants to become form.
That fear wants to be unwrapped.
Love wants to be wrapped. In intentions, words and actions.
Are you listening?
…are you really listening?
