Space Sounds

how music can suddenly sound loud, penetrated, and fierce. How fears can show themselves and you remember why you didn’t want to love anyone to begin with. Or you’re hit with the even worst realization that you’ve put yourself in a vulnerable state that leaves you feeling raw, exposed and slightly wary of the cold.

Yeah. Souls do that to other souls. And it can be a bit much.

There is God in life.

God in graceful ways our body’s walk to and from paths - redirected constantly - sometimes feeling push forward onto roads that have signs that read Yield.

God in the heart when it flutters at this sight of a soul your soul just collided with like subatomic particles and dark matter.

There is God in our mistakes, our guilt from not being able to predict the future and yet we press on in hope that may be unconstituted.

But there is God in our flesh. Even if the flesh is a mere shell.

I want your soul to bloom into a forest so bright with sunlight and fresh morning dew that you only walk barefooted into the grass. Digging your toes in the top soil of a garden you will one day spend hours catching sunlight in your blonde hair as you effortless pull weeds and plant flowers.

be free my child. That is all I will ever want for you.