To Be Quiet

The gates to freedom are always open, it's just that the mundane blocks the doorway. To take every step holding the goddess by her hand, to breathe and to eat, to work and to sleep. In every split second magic resides. At night and in daytime, in fight and in fright. To see every thing in a harmonious life, to live with the source guiding toward the light. Each second that passes is full and complete. Choosing to feel what's behind the concrete. Those in pain need the least of disdain. To know when to stay and when to walk away. To trust, to caress, to laugh, to allow. To sing in the face of a major breakdown. And while the answers are to be uncovered, and noises of ignorance are speaking out loud, the quiet attention shows direction to a place of peace, strength, and subjective perfection.