Becoming less the more I look at it
We are standing on top of a star, wishing things in to existence for all that we know it to be true. I am holding on lightly in order not to grasp too tightly the way I have in the past. The block is there and is becoming less the more I look at it. There is a large circle in front of me, underneath is where the magic begins. You are always there supporting the best to emerge. In a sense we are free to see whatever we want to see. Your hand reaches out for mine and I know it is happening just they way it is meant to. Go for things that bring you joy and the rest will follow. There are things we are yet to say but I tell you every night in my dreams. We shall meet again there and we will hear all the things we have always wanted