It started with a longing for organic
inspiration through music.
Connecting
belonging to something that made sense.
Learning to hold space
long enough to quiet the noise pollution,
to get lost in the rhythm of our silent heart beats,
to find ourselves in the state of collective belief.
Desperate,
I wanted to preserve what was said — never losebut traumas surfaced.
Masks were disregarded.
People became targets, a means for profit.
When really it was a quest to employ individual dreams. Business takes the soul out of things —whatever happened to just being?
Now we’re deceiving our inner voice of reason, grief
reaching,
preaching,
believing,
seeking,
needing.
Please, let’s get back to reading into something, expecting nothing.
Peacefully. | LFDR