I have drifted above the ceiling
These bright wings hold me up, only when they are open
I am, drifting in a bright daylight sky
while my body waits
for a moment I am not sure will come
I hear my spirit susurrate “make it”
He rattles the bars of my illusions
while my mind clutches at gravity
hands that seek a key
now faced with the battle I clearly made
what tragedy self-imprisonment
“Let go” Howls my free spirit
You only fly with your wings wide open
Trust.
Trust cant be done with a closed fist.

For long have I stood
At the edge of I
Looking down on me.
Who I am, a distant wish, no penny made the bottom.
My feet stay grounded
My soul tingling to jump
For long have I teased running
off the edge
would I float or fall
only those who go will know
Trust we must, trust I…

Set sail, you are free.
Where to go, only the soul will know.
The mind might battle to lead,
yet only the map it must read
The heart points true
What a beautiful vessel the body
Set sail you are free.
you can be here and go there
Everywhere, waits for you
fearful storms may come
hold fast for they don’t last.
Trust the soul knows home.
You are free
Set sail.

Trust its not about the catch or the fall it is about the hands.

Little bird teach me how to forget about tomorrow
Teach me how to build a nest without worry
Teach me about flying
Do you think about how high you can go
Or how it will hurt if you fall.
Burning sun do you have a tomorrow
Teach me to always rise
how do you stay so bright
even when clouds come and dim
Little bee how is your labor so sweet
teach me, how what you freely give can never be stolen.
Burning star how do you shine
teach me to sparkle without comparison
how do you shoot and give hope
does it bother that we wish on your death
Teach me to stay true even when not seen
Or when others outshine
Teach me about the beauty I do not see.
Little ant teach me about devout work
how do you carry such weight
teach me how you trod amongst trampling feet
how do you make home with such little limbs
Teach me please teach
all of you how do you exist being you.
teach me about the little burning inside
Trust teach me trust
Do you know that you do or are you just?
am I just I am, and trust is not about the fall or the catch…

The weekend is here and what a week it has been.
There is a stirring inside of me that I can not express, similar to jumping off a cliff and having that out of breath feeling and the exhilaration of knowing that for the most part you gave over to gravity and you just await the splash.
The editor is paid (SPLASH) it is such a small thing and yet it was often in my heart a thing that occupied space in the worry vault, and now it is handled (SPLASH).
Do, go out there and do, jump take action give over to the gravity of your heart be pulled and enjoy the breathlessness and enjoy the SPLASH!!!!

Feeling freedom, the more I am starting to trust the more I feel free, it seems that letting go gives life to your hands for a long while I have held on to what a “writer,” “poet” is supposed to be and that holding on caused my hands to die and the poetry with it, now the more I let go the more life my hands have I still try to keep it tamed but ever so slowly letting go of the leash, with this freedom I have been discovering how I like to write, now with the book gaining new momentum toward the publishing goal I am excited about the next,(JUMP.) Climbing back up that hill running straight, ready for round two. (JUMP)
Let go, your legs might feel heavy, it might seem high but you know the splash you know the fall, trust that gravity will guide you down again, and the more you do it the easier the jumping becomes soon it will more feel like flying.

There is a smell in the air, I have spoken many times about the Chef in the kitchen I often try and peak what is this Cook busy with but for now, I sit by my table and trust, my nose recognize some smells and my mind attempts to guess the menu, I have some hopes for what is for dessert but for the most part I sit, trust and enjoy.
Anticipation, I have some anticipation for what is to come and again I hear the call of my heart but I find myself facing a new mountain and this seems to be higher than ever before, seems like Everest to me, and I have not reached the cliff yet, but I can not see where I will land I smell salt I have this anticipation that this is a cliff dive into the ocean, I am excited, I trust my heart, my legs and mind need courage but I am not standing at the mountain, my heart is already high on its way the rest of me needs to catch up, filled with fear and the worry vault overloaded and yet I feel, freedom, I feel love and honestly I am afraid but my excitement and love is far greater so I (CLIMB.)
We all have conversations with our heart often it feels as if the thing is recklessly jumping everywhere and we try and catch it for fear of getting hurt, it might have been cut before but sometimes we imprison the little thing without knowing that the guard is imprisoned as well.
Let go, do not imprison yourself with fear, trust, breathe and calmly climb, for the heart might often be clumsy and stumble, be there encourage and guide this is not just your heart you are following this is your dreams, your love, this is you, your life, your heart, stand and look out trust gravity and the ocean.
SJB or BJS, Splash Jump Climb or Climb, Jump, Splash.

I hope you enjoy your weekend thank you for reading.
Peace and Love.

I do not know what to do but I know right now that I can not stop, there are many questions and attempting to answer them I feel as if it only brings more questions, but what I know is right now I must not stop. stopping, makes it harder to start, stopping sometimes gives space for your mind to bitch about you, and question your sanity, it seems that you receive most damage between rounds, obviously, you are getting punched in the round but sitting back in your corner and your body has time to realise what has been happening and wants to start the recovery process and yet there are still rounds left, legs stiff you stand up here we go again, when running long distance it is dangerous to just stop and sit down before you finish, getting up and getting back into stride seems, now more of a battle than the race itself.

I guess it is not that I do not know what to do, its more that I am tired, it is being unsure how many rounds are left, it is being afraid because the end is still uncertain, afraid of trying and not making the finish line, what race/fight is after this?
I know what I need to do but the outcome is uncertain, I think I have often made a success the finish line, but that’s not the line.

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I don’t even think there is a line it is living this beautiful life alive as yourself, it is doing what you love, for me, it is writing this book, and doing what is required to finish it, but after that, there is more writing to be done, no line to cross no bell to be rung, but a life to be alive in.

The questions I have will reveal itself in the journey, will writing bring a stable income one day? I do not know, maybe but that’s not the last round nor finish line, I can not stop to think about it, I know what I need to do now is write as much as I can and spend time with this love of mine.
I must not burden this with fearful questions. I know what I must do its just, I am afraid to do it.
I honestly believe many of us know what we have to do but we are paralysed by fear and disguise fear with questions, and trying to figure out things, but what we want is certainty and often when it comes to things of the heart the answer is faith.

Why do I write? I trust the feeling inside me that speaks to me, I trust this compass called love. I have no clue where this is going to go, what will happen with this blog, all I know is that I want to write and keep at it and I want to write more honest I want to create blogs that inspire and that you enjoy to read I love writing so I write and I trust.
What will happen with the books I am working on? No clue I have my hopes of what I want to achieve so I work at it, but right now all I can do is trust, I mean, I can die while I write even this pieces, and then what I don’t know I just trust.
Does any of it make sense? Honestly, I am not sure, i don’t think so but I have faith and I trust.

I hope that you enjoyed reading.
Thank you.
Peace and Love.