story lines

what if we are more than these stories we tell ourselves?

what if?

what if there is this way, of that which sits beneath the surface?
where rivers are birthed and spirals are never found where they once started.
what if this way, this place, whispers___ dance with us.
dance with us!

and what if this way was The Way home?

what if these stories we tell ourselves
are simply here to keep us company?
and what if we don’t just walk with them
but dance with them… these stories
until they become new ones?
… stories of the heart.

oh these stories we tell ourselves.