“Listen to your breath.
Hear your breath.
Another cold but precious morning.
You are the treasure. You are the mystery to discover.
Peel away the blocks.
They say be as the creator, so should I create?
Plant the seeds to grow, bathe in the warmth, the white light, the white heat.
I’m awake. I’m alive. I’m wide alive.
In this old brittle but sacred heart, it still surrenders to love.
It still beats for kindness and humanity.
So be my guide, be my light.
I’m not scared of the darkness.
We all shine. We all share this energy, this gratitude.
My voice is a vehicle.
To drive me to another… to the other voices, to the gathering, to the light.
So much to say, so much to see.
So much to… to the sunshine.
I am restless to explore.”
– Sean
