I am sitting at a small cafe looking out over a busy street.
The sun kisses my skin and fills me with life, love and power.
People are walking about busy with their own lives, their own stories.
There is a pulse, a rhythm unfolding before me and I feel the flow.
There is a harmony, a tune and I can hear the song.
The song of the “I am”, the song of “So ham” the song of the eternal.
I am swept up by the melody and my soul dances away.
A dear friend sends me messages of pain and death.
The pain resonates with my own brokenness and longing.
I can feel the sorrow and in the tension between life and death,
the music is swirls with a wild beauty.
I am sitting in a small cafe looking out over a busy street.
And life sings to me…
