I spend my time chasing sunsets
and holding space for the grace of light to kiss my cheek.
I know you talk, you do not need to speak.
As I breathe in the dawn,
I know the moment is within born -
so none of this is real?
The surest way to be.. is to feel...
Where have you been?
"We've always been here.. guiding you by the hand
and steering you clear".
I understand,
surpassing all states of knowing.
I've been growing,
growing up here,
here with sunsets, it becomes so clear.