When did it start?
That nice simple six year old life..
Those creaks in the floor that illustrate our chosen direction.
I hear those sounds though steps are at zero, determined with attitude.
Clarity with natural ingredients and combonations.
So easy to forget those tiny, little, simple things that allow us to breathe. Each and every single breath..
That look, different laughs and the smell of that dish made on any given sunday…
Simple is often created through no searching at all..
Yet many complicated moments will deliver what can’t be found.
Simple is easy right…. FALSE……
Fake and out of the question.
With consistent rain hitting the roof and misunderstood messages we challenge the complicated nothing of every day.
Hide and seek is fun until the ultimate seek is found.
Hiding from yourself in the great narrow open.
No objects are needed to cover this self inflicted choice…
Simple you see is the substance right there that bothers, reminds and absorbs all that should be free energy..
Free for all of us ….
Needed discovery of the soul is always with you..
Pay attention to the complicated and obey the simple man…
He contains your stories………