Let the sky break open and burn a deep azure blue.
Let the ripening fields explode in the warmth of the shimmering sun.
Let God fall down from heaven and lead us out of the valley of death to a land overflowing with milk and honey.
Let divine swans fly gracefully in skies of eternal light.
Let freedom and joy rain down from the heavens in a nourishing deluge; feeding the thirsty Seekers of Truth.
The round of life churns on and on. For too many people the immediate goal is to merely survive one more day.
How have we gotten ourselves into this mess which stretches back to the dawn of time?
The latest iteration of this is the monstrous coronavirus.
I am calling out. I am affirming. I am manifesting.
“Open up the new world. It cannot be the same old world.
Move on. Move forward. Find traction.”
Where is the light?
Where is the Oxygen?
Where is the nectar?
I’m reaching for the next rung, but I can’t find it.
I grasp only handfuls of air.
Claw, slash, burn; find a way.
I am leery and weary of the toe holds I used before.
Change is in the air.
I will not march down the same old roads.
There is a way.
There is a new world.
I (we) must discover it.