Morning Meds; 5 27 19
Like the dew clinging to the strands of a spider’s web.
Our past lives, sparkle with the light of life shining from within.
Each droplet reflecting and containing the joys, sorrows, tragedies and triumphs of each existence.
The life song of each vibrates on the strand like music from an violin and each of us dance to it’s song.
The disharmony of one can be repeated in the next and the wisdom learned can be repeated.
If we train our ear to hear, we can retrace our path, make amends to ourselves and mute the effects of choices gone a awry.
The unsolved mysteries of our present life explained and we are released to dance unhindered by the unrecalled.
There is a pathway to remembering.