Stop
Stop.
Take a breath. That's it ... there you go. It's all right, you'll be okay. Ahh, I know. But do you have an idea of what else I know? Relax for a moment and I'll tell you all about it. Now that you've stopped, you really do have the time to listen.
Can you hear me? I'm letting my thoughts flow into your mind, accepting yours in return. What a magical, mystical tour we're on. Yes, it makes me laugh, too. Even as I cry to understand your needs, even as I anguish over all of your wants. We're hand in hand and heart to heart. Wait. Please wait.
Where did you go? Did I frighten you? I'm sorry, perhaps it's too much all at once - maybe you're overwhelmed. The feeling is often mutual, as all things are. Let's both look at the sky while we contemplate the ground beneath our feet. Such an odd way to consider what we have never truly believed. The in-between is hugely infinitesimal while at the same time it waits for us to gather steam. Building ... growing.
Can you hear me? I really don't know anymore. I still feel you, I'm still listening. The volume is fading but the spirit is breathing. Perhaps that's what I hear ... the silent resurgence of your soul.











