Everything

Everything is perfect, in which we cannot feel, we feel nothing that connects to our inner soul. We do not flow through each storm with ease was never meant to flow without love, deep enough to feel the softness of a breeze blow pass without feeling the pounding of our hearts. We were only dreaming of truths that seemed only rays, lighting up our deepest thoughts. In the darkest hours of life, we stare pass what made us blind from misunderstanding our knowledge, growing with grace, wisdom and song, ex-spelling from the depths of our misunderstandings, strengthening our existence for survival, just another second moving silently past each thought, recognizing our life floating gracefully past each imaginary scene, erasing what was our reality. We cannot change streams that flow harmoniously pass, without noticing peace growing, surrounding each fragrant bloom, blossoming without a sound in front of our blind embraceable forms, refusing to glow when light becomes brighter than our awkward awareness. Demanding ourselves permission to perform an impossible dream, without a thought about how to begin we start, unaware of imagination to begin with a positive thought to believe in our own perfect self, when God created us in his image loving us deeply enough to recognize we were always perfect in his eyes, not mankind's. Everything is perfect in the light of truth imperfect in the eyes of fear and doubt. Believe the impossible can always become the possible dream of forever love, peace and harmony among all men. DerenaBree( All Rights Reserved)