Who I really am
If there was a colour to paint my essence, a music to surround and weave as the journey of my life…
if there was a moment when each experience of my being could be released upon the sky of my soul as the sunrise of a newly birthing consciousness…
if I could begin, in this moment now, from an acceptance, an inner peace, from the gradual realisation that my path is unknown…
if I could hold in stillness–for one, perfect moment of silence–the vision of my purpose within the spirit of life…
would I begin…
would I hold a glimpse of possibility, a taste of the freedom that would be,
if I was to know and live who I really am.