Wordless, voiceless, but was she restrained?
Was this her choice?
Not a word was spoken, silenced and still. But her stare spoke volumes of truth. Can you read the soul?
Vibrations speak so loud. Opening her heart, balancing her world.
Can eyes speak? They certainly seek.
Covered slowly, her head to toe. If she could, would she tell?
Those thoughts of horror and of joy, those secrets, of a future she felt. The many lives which she endured. The hidden secrets she’s uncovered. But for a stare beyond the eyes, reflection of the mirrored mind.
Riding in the distance, a glimpse of wars once won, a temptress, a torturer, a mother, a father, a child enslaved. Do you see beyond the face? Beyond this facade?
Silenced then but not today, for silence used now for power and balance. To learn this skill, to be the choice, to use her voice when truth slips through. A channel for such wisdom, to share with those with open ears. These women and men and children, will come with such a power. But don’t fear words don’t fear heaven, don’t fear creation.
See clearly of this reflection, a key to deep within, for life can teach you many things and when you really live, the end is but a new phase. So let your lips slide open and let the roar broadcast it’s humble vibrating rays.
💜namaste – infinite blessings
Peace, love and light ❤