When your heart feels a little cramped
Thoughts seem knotted up, hard to untie
Pick up a brush, and paint your own wide blue sky
Is it the perfect moment, the perfect brush?
Keeping the tingly thoughts aside.
Stay in the moment, stay in touch.
You will discover the old worn out brush has magic too,
Adding volume, Adding depth
To the floating clouds and crashing waves
Let your soul soak & surf
Allow yourself to make mistakes
For vastness of the sky
And depth of Ocean never judge
They embrace you in Love
In your True being, just feel them Hug!
The Soul Compass 