When it takes “too long” to come together When success is harder to measure They label it “being a late bloomer” As if growth is just a rumor
I go through old words and journal entries Like the way people talk about their twenties I scan through old memories like it’s a movie I watch the way a flashback will move me
A moment knows when you’re ready When you find your flow steady Life knows when it’s time for everything to click The fire finds you, and it will stick
So, life and I met in a March from a few years ago Danced till I realized how much I could still grow Dreamed till I knew it was time to let go and fly Listened till I decided to live with an inner high
It wasn’t a waking up or a new beginning It was a decision to start winning Winning my own confidence and love To walk with consciousness within and above
To bloom is to bloom There is no space for gloom Timing flows when we don’t resist Fire glows when we’re fearless to persist
In honor of spring, here are a few unposted pieces I wrote last year when I decided I was ready to bloom. Even though I was on a posting break this time last year, I still wrote every day – it’s fun to look back on what blooming felt like back then and what it is to me now.
I remember the day when I walked away wished I said something more or stood up for me at my core
for a while, it stung all the words I wish I’d sung but gratitude healed the wound my true self, I finally found
if I ever tasted confidence it was just a higher consciousness now, it’s a flavor I know a light forever aglow
so, regret and I have met but love and I made a bet
with a little sip of remorse I’d find freedom as a course and realize I am source
Clouds are flying past the mountains Wishes are made beyond the fountains It’s like forgetting you can apply the brakes Time is frozen and there are no mistakes
We wish upon a shooting star We look for the future wide and far But looking within is not thought of and simply bizarre It’s like never checking your speed in the car
There’s so much beauty in space When there’s no clock or place Dreaming of something real Reality is a reflection of what you feel
It’s just like driving There’s a destination But the fun isn’t in arriving It’s in enjoying the duration
Purely living from the beat of our heart is a journey and an art As you would put your foot on the pedal it’s just like being your own medal
The hardest part is the beginning When I have a thought but it’s just spinning The lights are on, but I’m still a little color blind My mind and reality just waiting to be aligned
When I make it to the next part I can hear the beat of my heart The words jump to my fingers It’s all working, the flow lingers
Then comes the test Time to decide all the rest I could hold my ground and stay Or I could run in a new way
When I make a choice I re-find my voice Innovation is the track I race on Lapping versions of me every dawn
Endings are rarely easy But when I trust me, it’s breezy This piece becomes complete, now it’s time to live Life is never concrete, always a lesson to give
Fearless Free Soul 