Signs,
As the universe speaks.
Have we been missing the signs?
The universe talks in ways that our sweet brains have yet to be able to understand when crowded,
Kept in chaos,
Meant to play into a style and struggle created by society.
When the chaos is allowed to be released,
When a calmness wakes,
Listen there.
Past a place of holding,
Of judgments,
Of pressure,
Of weight,
Space can be found.
A slowing.
When we allow ourselves to get quiet,
To be quiet within a society harboring constant fits of rage,
From there,
Are we open to see the signs?
Sweet humans slow down before we miss it all.
The universe is begging for our attention,
To live into intention,
Out beyond society's grasp and wanting.
There,
What lies there?
Consciousness to contemplate,
A myriad of questions to be asked.
Are we aware of the signs,
The acknowledging of a needed space to slow and listen,
A place of expansion,
A wildflower to bloom into a grand knowing?