When you pass a hilly field with sheep grazing on its sides on the slopes, they can be caught expressing themselves in the same ways, but not one sheep stands with the same mark. The farmer stamps different colours for sperate times for their destinies allowing them to have their own calling time, their own stepping stone. An aura or a sense of their own nature in an obligation to interchange in front of a rural setting. A landscape an atmospheric space in green grass in a corner of this world to find themselves, in a location before they go to heaven.
Two sweethearts that was lost in creativity, in translation, stories shook us both, but reinvented in shadows making both of our dreams embrace. My husband and I sat on a wooden gate admiring the sheep on the slopes walking their day into alignment. Vibrations from their trembling little hearts beating with joy- the sheep ran and leaped gleefully into hay.
Dust on glittered paths plateaued. Fluttered echoes finding a shade in safe areas where roles reverse immensely like turtles’ legs depending on speed- But the wind not acting like a traitor towards their force. A silver lining extinguished or quenched but dreams not betraying a gut instinct. Nature and humans are binded together- all intentions are love.
“I found my way back to you. Hello my love- I am enough! You are enough- We were lost in a poem in the making for a couple of years while you were figuring out the bigger picture for us to see the correct path- United in self-worth now from knowing what true love is and what it is not.”
‘A calmer voice is heard, a tone not rushed- it flows inside nicely. Sitting under an oak tree in isolation feels placeless to some people but not to us now, it feels like our home where we are meant to be. A voice quietened. Ears listening. Less action more resting in instantaneous, rotating, yet, circling-self-development.’
‘Walking passed my neighbouring hedge was the biggest awakening. I never noticed there was several different colours and types of hedges covering the front wall. I thought the hedge was all the one, but things appear different when you take time out to notice. Colour and variety are in front of us, eyes trained- reopened. A yearning brain retrained to be less impulsive and more collective. Crosses not hidden only lifted from a backlog- not as heavy as they use to be. The wood in the forest had a lightness off its colouring, I watched unrequitedly from my kitchen window through indulging binoculars.’
“Life becomes devisable. Easier. Tasks become invaded pleasures to fulfil not false burdens nor manipulating liars.
Surrender to me. Rail your temper back to unfold righteousness. In eyes that see the best in people. A heart that forgives the worst. A mind that forgets the bad in a spirit that never loses faith.
Stay ready to be ready”- God spoke often.
“My head use to peep out through a shell, a protective layer of hardness acting like a caterpillar but God gives out wings if you ask for them.”
‘They are two different types of birds, Owls and Larks. Owls tend to get less sleep and are deprived from more rest than Larks- They go to bed much later, but yet, have to wake early for work. The Lark goes to bed much earlier and is proven to have a longer life expectancy.’
The question God asks you now-
“Are you a night owl still trying to live in a Larks world every morning?”- I laugh jokingly to my husband Mike because we struggle sometimes to keep good routine but feel better when we do!
“A lark is exposed to the world, trying to teach the nation to awaken their eyes to its beauty. This is its purpose in life to call people early to rise, into a new beginning, a new morning to teach others in.”