space

as I wrote these first four words I got the call about Bobby… “stepping into my space”…. so fare thee well on your journey Bob weir , I hope you stop by for a visit soon ! and thank you for our time shared together here and for continuing these spaces of heart learnings in remembrance of these ancient flames.

i felt some strange urgency to put this out today,coincidence maybe, I don’t know but here we go.

stepping into my space ,hold on within to a knowing that you are a joy ,every part of your being is being kind , not asleep, and not blind

now breathe deep and hum, let all your colors flow as one , roar of the crowd, the show has begun

eyes closed, now you see, from within we climb to be free

then let it go in throughout , work your way through fear shame and doubt

deep in the crevice of intent , hear to learn from where you went

feel the hope of life within this space , no longer can your name steal your face, synchronicities in love ,synchronicity is grace.

I will never forget , that “we may find grace here , if we’re lucky enough” and I did.

so I’m going to listen to the Bob weir and ratdog song ‘lucky enough’ in my own grateful tribute to another lost sailor crossing over to join the choir.