End In Grace

"My head is bursting

with the joy 

of the unknown!"

Rumi

My mind over spills with creative quests, my spirit soars with anticipation, and my imagination is filled with visionary delights.  It is all possible, if I but follow through.  The organization is detailed in my head and supportive tales are safely stored.  My voice will carry ancient words dressed in fanciful emotions, while I step out of my own way, and let the presentation unfold.

Whether written or spoken, my words will be floating on Spirit's wings, directed at inner longings found only in the heart.  Touch you I will, as I have promised to do my part.  Step aside if you must, but I will carry on as there is only the now for me to unfold.  

Joy fills my breath to share unspoken words as they been held captive for too long.  They have been strung around my heart, pinned like lace along a careful hem, and stitched with remnants left by the old.  The momentum of my life has ushered me to this time and space, to do my part and end in grace.