I have all day to be myself. I have all day to pray.
All day to breathe and show my naked face to the sun. And smile.
All day to deeply sigh into this extraordinary existence of crumbling realities and transforming times.
The whole day to ingest, digest and divest that which you cannot bear to believe. A full body yawn of free flow non-resistance of shocking revelations to come.
Feet on the earth. Eye to the sky. Heart cupped in your hands of stunning possibilities.
Starry nights. Dazzling days. And heart racing bliss.
Art/Photo Credit: Unknown. Gratitude to the artist.