Hearts close to the surface

 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎:

𝙰 𝚃𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖.

With the most beautiful poet collaborator, Lucie Sargeant

Can you imagine stumbling into a kingdom, after an arduous journey on foot?

A place so warm and welcoming,

A warm place you can put down all of your baggage.

You don't need to hide here.

You are welcome as you are.

You are welcome,

You are welcome from near and from afar.

If you are broken,

If you are growing,

You can come and stay.

If you are talented or aspiring,

If you have feelings to share.

If you should want a place to be,

You can be here.

Hear ye, hear ye, hear my words,

I declare right now.

You can come to the kindgom and never take a bow.

There was darkness in the days.

Clouded vision,

Hearts hope self-imprisoned.

There were shadows on the surface of our souls.

Seeking solace,

Searching for unspecified something

To make holistic healing of the whole.

Whole and broken, breaking down.

The holes in your spirit, your frown.

You can be here, hearing our words and wisdom can permeate.

Penetrate your deepest wounds and allow us to demonstrate.

Broken slows to shatter in the aching of our past.

We radiate need for acceptance,

We overcome the call to fading fast.

Corners curl and confuse,

When hope feels like imaginary waste.

Yet hold a little longer, there is sanctuary.

There is a sacred place.

Voices are uplifted,

For everyone is welcomed and held in wonder.

Rainbows bow their painted arches

To form bridges from the darkness dwelling under.

Higher still, on word-bright wings

We take flight towards acceptance angled sun.

Tragic endings fade to forgotten.

Here is the home, where sadness is unspun.

Futures frame forgiveness here.

Beauty and belief has just begun.

And no matter how you got here,

Dragged or drugged or dreaded,

The wounds you withstood can be understood

When you approach this kindgom land.

Lend us your words and lend us your ear.

We hear you for your truth.

Truer words have never been said

Than the words that we love you, too.

The love in the kingdom for all that are part

Is not partial but whole.

You can fill the cracks in your spiritual with molten golden glow.

And heal up again with a beautiful mosaic of majestic strength and courage.

Pour it on strong, heal along,

Join us in the center of from the edge.

Be as loud and central as you would like.

There is room for everyone.

For in the kindgom

Sharing your way is part of the magic,

Of the fun.

Beginning again, with a world of new friends, you can write as much as you like.

Or if you prefer to creep,

A voyeuresque dream,

Creep as much as you might.

But don't be afraid, an opinion to cascade,

A new conversation to start.

Like dominoes falling, your opinion and comments,

Can bring up feelings in our hearts.

Share with care and share as much as you'd like,

We ask that you speak and we ask that you write,

As together we transcend the pain,

Of each and every write.

You can share your pain in here and we can turn up the light.

The white aura around you as you are sharing,

A halo for an angel,

Can brighten up where you need caring,

We can see and which angle,

To offer a kind word or compliment,

To those that needs to hear it.

For inside the kindgom

We are all living angels

That lift up all the spirits.

Show me the scars you've been hiding all these timid years.

Lay to waste your worries, put to rest each choking fear.

Let me whisper worship in the sound scape of your ear.

Lay weary head, be purified by symbiotic tears.