The northern lights
They incinerate the sky
With their unabashed flames.
Why do we bend and break
At the will of our own?
Can there ever be the grace of serenity
Without the touch of a harrowing winter?
You may not see how you truly are
But God Source always does.
And if the thought of who you really are, what you truly are
Close your eyes
For what is left but this letting go?
Let the Dao stream into your every fibre
Let the vastness of love guide you, break you, hold you, see you.
And when you feel afraid and it feels impossible
Let it be known that I am walking with you
Holding space for Tea to shed light on your darkest nights
Lending you belief in you to you.
You are never lonely on the Dao.