Ressurection

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♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸❤¸¸.•*¨*•♫♪.-..-
¸.¸.☆¨¯`☆I banish ¨¯`♥ღ♫♪ღall doubt 
and affirm my ability to create and manifest the best. 
ღPeace indwells my spirit, and BLISS is my life.
I am surrounded by a mist of love,
a love that is not withered by the day,ღ
ღ but is grown precious by each season...

I can tell you how I feel you little space of mine here so listen well. Sometimes fear grips me like the claws of a crazed out crab and I choke in my own imaginings. It doesn't help that this peripheral world is like an act out of a circus gone bad.

And sometimes no matter how I try to lift my head above the fumes my pores involuntarily suck in all the grime. Filth goes straight into my blood stream creating screaming cells of red anxiety. I look for a cave to crawl into, some insipid quiet safety where the unknown doth resides still, dark and dank but bearable. I sink flushed deep in palpitation some days. And I am all alone in this world despite all company.

Nay, those are just some days, little space.

For after I have whirled down spiral into the abyss of my own de-bliss, with hands outstretched  allowing  my my full weight in motionless surrender sink into the ocean bed of  dysfunction, I awake. 

To the invisible sounds of angel gurgling bubbles LIFE oxygenates my lifeless meanderings and I flail my arms to swoosh back up to shore. And I strive with one stroke and another and another, pushing my feet with one wild kick energy rocketing me toward that promising sunlight. And I reach it.

A breath once again and fresh sweet air on my face, pure and promising, the wind whispering to me secrets that it keeps. Of a love so divine inside me forever pulsating. Of strength renewed like never before. Of dreams that were a gift to me and mine alone. I am alive.

Death and life in a cycle of days. Miracles unnoticed. Resurrection is a promise - already fulfilled.