A Shadow of fear behind the mirror

Across the hall, the wind whispers…

Mesmerizing beauty flows between the heavens and the earth. So, why has the clock of the child within stopped? Is it fear? Unveil the sadness of the last tear of sorrow in the garden of hope.

I do not want to change life…

Time is gold. Is the rainbow across the sky? Embrace the love and colors, because God forgives, but time does not. Look around, dare to reach the key of destiny’s gate; and awakened from fear, the senses will be.

A royal blue velvet-shining star guides the path…

Winning has no meaning, when the faith is lost. As an eagle rises from the lows of dust, nature does not lie. Let the pieces of a broken past come together and rejoiced into a new life. Let the shadow of fear go. Now, body and soul connect forever on.

Every day life begins…

Life manifests in so many different ways. Dreams anchor like a ship and the spirit shines to great heights filled with love and hope. Just around the corner, winter grows the soul into great depths of wisdom; even though, the green leaves might be lost along the way.

I do not want to change life…

To navigate through passive waters, is to accept reality; but the only way to start the clock and find paradise is to defeat the status quo. Fear replaced will be, with rocks of faith and stones of hope.

A royal blue velvet-shining star guides the path…

Project to what life can be. It is impossible to go through life without making any mistakes, so forgive! The universe is just and fair, when it gets the best. Smile, yes! Pick up the flowers, even though, they might have thorns. Life is beautiful, is it not?

Every day life begins…

Every morning life blossoms and it multiplies. Ignore any other negative whispers, and listen to the whisper of the soul. Go after your dreams and goals, and be strong and firm; but do not forget to listen, feel and heal the pain of humanity along the way. Is the shadow of fear behind the mirror fading away? Yes, it is.

Across the hall, the wind whispers…

Now, it is time to surrender to the master of my voice. Standing in front of the mirror, my master is. Yes! It is you. Without a shadow of fear behind the mirror, my master stands.
By
Diana BenAvides

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