Weighing three grams, you can imagine how it can disappear if you let it.
Turning corners with you in the darkness, light as a feather you could drop it if you don't hold on. Watching footsteps in the distance, its magnetic energy will pull you to follow that which you seek.

Feigning glory will not satisfy it. You must wave the banner of true freedom, for making it sing.

Hold onto your soul,
Let it roll with you in the mossy places.

Let it tumble into the laps of those who share willingly and will return it.

Don't pimp it to the highest bidder, who wants to place it on his shelf of antiquity and claim it as one he once saved.

Keep your vessel weighted with truth, to feed it.

Always look to the beauty within every disaster, to give it hope.
Let it shine.
Allow its motivation to carry you.

Copyright © 2009 Sonya Apollo Reed Littlejohn