Speak Into Me...

Let me speak into you with soft whispers of lifes purpose. Let my spirit lift, so it may fill the emptiness of another. We are all gardens of mystery waiting to be cultivated. So seeds of greatness deep within may rise... Rise into the light with open embrace. Plume to spread way in the glorious becoming of our own beauty. Holding ground in darkness, keep still in motion though even stiller in mind. Yet know all that is wilted  & fades holds page to the writings of tomorrow.