Observing the intertwining nervous systems of passerby’s, an unspoken mycelium, emanating and passing neural connections of sadness, of loss, of rage, of armor, of disconnection, of miscommunication, of perception to each other spreading like wildfire.
A superpower of detecting discomfort and pain in humans and in the animal kingdom, instantaneously. And how yours effects theirs.
Why aren’t you noticing the subtle too?
If your subconscious, if your parts, if your shadow can bring it forth, it will dissolve into dust.
A projector I am, a wisdom keeper, a deep connector to spirit.
A rock, a firm, yet gentle embrace.
I see you. The real you.
The one you’re scared to show, as if you will be seen as weakness, as prey.
A field mouse in the far off distance, scurrying home to make it there safe.
You are never prey when you’re heart is open with bravery.
You will only be swallowed whole if that’s what the journey calls for.
But the attack rarely comes, it’s just a precursor in the imagination.
Let us not confuse this bravery with fierceness, oh no.
That’s what makes others feel small.
The time will come, as it does.
But it’ll be okay until then.
And it’ll be okay after that.
If you can believe it.
I am a knower, and a seer.
I do not take this gift lightly.
I hold it so close to my earth body, that my light floods it with care and tenderness, with grace as it folds into my wings.
Let me lift you up, dear one.
I wish to see you fly along side me.
Always along side me, even if you see yourself as a field mouse.
