Birthing pains. It’s all birthing pains.
Love is an honor. Give entirely of yourself to it. It is the greatest dance. Unwind into it.
Be the red herring in the scarlet dress. Let the world point fingers at you for a while. The new day: a butterfly feeling the air this time with fluttering wings. Accept the change that undeserved condemnation brings. The stone tables break. Time flows backwards and redeems.
These are my wishes for you: That you will find the turquoise undergarment of pristine belongings. That you may walk with the wisdom of the elders and keep the wonder of the child. That you will become the jewel set and celebrated in the pronged silver bezel. That you will take the tambourine of remembering to the seas of desire. That you become the flower which awakens to the coral sunrise of the new day. That you will sing me down to you, right into the hearts of men.
Arkana Rose~