The storm has passed.
Yet there remains a faint trace of it in the sky.
The humidity is lifting.
The sun is beginning to shine through the clouds.
I can smell the promise of a clean fresh breeze
as it opens me to what is possible.
Where have the clouds, thunder, lightning
Heavy rain and wind gone?
They have moved on. Yet linger in my mind.
Today, is a day of newness and possibility.
O my spiritual brothers
We must remember to go deep
and shed the storm.
For we are on a journey
Where opposites melt into Infinite Oneness
And we can radiate Light, hope and joy:
Children of a Morning Sun.
-SB
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