Even when clouds grow thick, the sun still pours its light earthward.
Every human has an unfathomable gift that only meeting life head on will reveal.
Who's to say the effort to be real isn't the beginning of wings?
All the buried seeds crack open in the dark the instant they surrender to a process they can't see.
Whatever truth we feel compelled to withhold, no matter how unthinkable it is to imagine ourselves telling it, not to is a way of spiritually holding our breath. You can only do it for so long.
Try as we do to resist what we're given, this is the only doorway to truth. We waste too much time and energy denying or fighting where we find ourselves.