Words Are Not Enough

A Word Game

I collect words.

They are a comfort when I need to just throw them together to feel like I’ve organized them and built something. I’ve wanted to come here and tell you where I’m at in my new Becoming. I have written many words, organized them into sentences, built temples of paragraphs that tell a story. Yet, they are not ready to be seen. They are not the sacred text I desire them to be.

My word collections never fail in times like these, where I need to see life in words and yet I cannot bring them together and make sense.

I am in what I call a cave space. It is alive, full of shooting stars, moonlight, shadows that dance on the walls, breath. While I am here I am discovering. My becoming is a tantalizing display of beautiful bliss, a cascade of decay turning into life. It is quiet here. I am gathering much, preparing.

To build a life I need words. Today, in my gathered collection this is what they have to say. Today, they will be enough.

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Dream a little dream.

5 things make you where you are just enough.

Play for life in color.

Happy.

This is the Art of You.

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In the light of the dark moon,

Lenaleah

PS. It’s not lost on me that my word game came up with 5 sentences, and they include the words 5 things. Even here they support me when I cannot produce 5 things myself. I do love the magic of intention.