Not Now I Am Too Busy
The world is what we make it, so let’s make it grand and gold, and glorious.
The universe smiles upon those who send it love, so let’s do that.
My own sweet soul is whispering stuff, but do I listen?
Not now, I say. I am busy.
Too busy to listen to my own soul?
Too busy to help the world become its best self?
Too busy to stand up and cheer loudly for what is right? Even if there are only two of us?
Too busy to listen to my own children?
The universe is loving me, and do I even feel it?
Or am I so self-involved that I do not even feel myself?
Your heart is here for a reason, to guide you.
To let you know when something is wrong.
Something that needs changed.
Something that is taking away from your soul-dream.
Something that is hurting the universe, or the world or you.
Where are the listeners?
I need one.
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