…”rise and shine” would bellow from my father’s home roll call every morning, before he’d leave to go meet his troops…if he didn’t see enough movement, he’d gently hum the melody of “revile,” which the battalion bugler was on the verge of sharing to the entire base.
…so now that I am up…now that we are up…what are we here for? Bombs, mayhem and war mongering?
Me? Me be for Love as Love is at my center and I know Love is the center of the Universe.
I rise, I shine and I seek as I know I am not wandering or wondering…I will make a place in space for me and my like-minded souls to peel back the layers of the onion, so my tears will run dry.
Originally published at medium.com