I feel so small
So small that you tower over me
The world towers over me
I am an ant in a jungle
Trying to scurry along the path
While not getting stepped on
But I am so tired
I am so tired now
Every few steps feel like an eternity has passed
And taking the next step seems impossible
I feel like I am never going to make it
And I am so scared
I really wanted to make it home
It feels close
And then it pulls away
There is the sun
Rising over the mountaintop
If I climb that mountain
Will I feel its warmth on my skin?
Will it warm my heart?
I feel so cold
Like my soul is dying
And I cannot seem
To ever stop crying
And I am so tired
I really wanted to make it home
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Do not lose hope, Beloved.
Sit in silence without listening to the bustle in your brain. And in the quietude, if you do not strain, you will hear a different voice, a stunning voice. Do you believe in things you cannot see? The brilliance inside of the tiniest ant, the light inside of a forest tree? Listen in, Beloved, and you are home.
And you will know it, then. Love is never afraid. Connect yourself to it, and fear will leave you alone. And you will not be lonely then.
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