Love comes through

Like a train off the tracks of old beliefs, it barrels forward on golden rails, shimmering with change and purpose. A train that once was so set in its ways pushed over by a mighty gust of cosmic realignment, towers falling all around, a forest in disarray, a thistle-full thicket that I barreled myself through, and now, now, the train has found its tracks, its rightful ones, the ones dripping in gold and stardust, shimmering with diamonds and rubies and pearls. All things delightfully divine and bright and full of light and brightness. Physical, tangible beauty, that cannot be taken away. In the flesh it has been cultivated within. Each moment, each breath of choice, each action of realignment, of integrity, of purpose, of internal harmony. The choices have all led us to where we are now. Every moment of choosing love over fear, faith and trust within the unknown, within the path that is unfolding, each instance of freefall with feet on the ground. Choosing, feeling, opening, listening. This time it’s love, baby, this time it’s love, this time it’s really truly love. This time it’s love.

And within it, we dance.

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