Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens

As you dear to face adversary, you cry with anger, still cradled in a woven web of illusion.You worry for what you don’t have, a common feeling of desire changes into rage.

For only, if you could shake the feeling like a kid, shaking the branch of a tree, waving it up and down, letting go of the cold and mean crowd. As you battle your desire for acceptance and recognition.

There upon that moment, radaled with awareness, you cry, stubble your feet, as you cast out the voices that don’t belong in your head and reclaim your power.

Elke T.B. Stevens 19/3/2021©