Grand rising

Early morning sing alongs after a night of drenched teary night falling pieces of bleak occurrences standing on mirages of what could be. Nightly occurrences do not disturb the cold and the hinges of old doors. Let the wind cause its wrath’s so you know which path is to be escalated in the twilight zones patiently awaiting a new sunrise . Silence speaks in your dwelling contemplations making your mind create new mediations. Conquer the realm of other spiritual states remember all the years wasted in pursuit to happiness , now you can smell the next perception yet you forgot entangling your own stubborn contemplation judging the world as to why you never believed yet the savior was always there.

Cristina Jimenez

Photo credit: (Cristina Jimenez )1/24/22 “The unknown touch of believing”.

Chatter box