There are days when all you do doesn't feel like enough and you want to disappear and get away from all the stuff.
It feels like those days come with so much noise,
Whether it's work or cleaning or picking up kids' toys.
So when the sun disappears behind the moon-kissed clouds,
You retreat to your room,
A cushion of no sound,
And lying on your bed,
You connect with deep peace.
You find a comfy position beneath the silken sheets.
You open up your breath to feel the air of night,
The cool mist enters you with a feeling that all is right.
You choose to be in a place serene,
Away from others,
Where you're not seen.
And on those nights when you want to get away,
Something magical happens at the end of your day.
From the depths of calm found only in your room,
You're wrapped in love in a spiritual cocoon,
And before you know it,
Your cocoon opens up and two gossamer wings elevate you above.
Your wings are swirling a kaleidoscope of colors,
And as you rise upward,
They begin to flutter.
Neon colors stretch around you from the magic of the wings,
And as you float above the house,
The chorus of the night sings.
The cicadas are happy,
And so is the red fox,
The deer are calm,
And so are your thoughts,
And you understand intuitively that the animals are free.
You want to enjoy your own freedom,
Very peacefully,
And so like the animals that scurry around at night,
You find this time sacred before the morning light,
So your filmy pale wings take you up to the trees,
Where you see the opal moon with total ease.
Your wings flutter brightly,
And your heart seems to know that the moon's tip for you is to honor your soul,
But it's hard,
You say,
In honest protest,
But the moon replies,
It'll make sense when you rest.
The moon continues to share,
Your dreams are your source,
Just ask for what you want,
And you'll be given it and more,
And the words of the great lunar send a ripple of peace running through your neon wings,
Now your calmness has increased,
And the great silver oar smiles and gives you a wink,
And your prismatic wings begin to comfortably sink,
And before you know it,
The wings land you gently in bed,
And make sure they tuck a pillow under your head,
Then the wings disappear as quickly as they came,
But you are soon to realize that you are not the same,
You gaze at the window to catch a silver moonbeam,
Then close your eyes to find the moon's dream.
Namaste.
Beautiful.
