Friday, February 24, 2012

The Tipping Point

My feet are so cold

From Alaska’s long winter

of incessant snow falls

and grey skies.

I tuck each foot into

the opposite knee

and tailor sit.

They warm to the

yummy tipping point

of comfort.

We have marched

on cold feet for millennia.

No time to stop and contemplate,

to tailor sit and warm ourselves

until now.

2012 is the tipping point,

if we so choose.

Where time has speeded up,

and truly warns us to slow down.

To sit quietly, enjoying the warmth

of inviting the light into our bodies

all the way down to our toes.

This great tipping point

is Tera’s choice, joining

the Milky Way

for more light here.

The balance between

the light and dark

is tipping

towards light and love.

And ever, in a free will zone

we get to choose

how we see,

how we feel

and how we express that.

The light radiates from

Source within each of us

Not from the leaden sky’s

leaking frozen tears,

but from within our hearts,

from our souls

seeing the truth

of who we are.

Another loving aspect of Source

expressing the light.

Lizette Estelle Stiehr

February 24, 2012