Nothing new, something True

I can’t write anything new

That has never been said before

130 million books before me

Words by the billion reverberating on the internet

What price for originality

What burden does it carry?

Trying to be new

Yet this heart is unique

and these hands that type stem from it

And they see you

And I stretch out these words

as long as they can

To embrace hands and hearts that receive

To share what makes us whole

Kindness, intimacy of the soul

Nothing new, but something true

Heartful-ness

Mind-kindness

Soul hugs across a million litres of Ocean

To a billion of every one of you

Words that speak slowly

Feel deeply

Blissful Sacredness

Creative Consciousness

Its just time to be

Time to be trusted

Life spilling over

Life spilling inwards

Life winning, Life filling

Life being

Full. Yes, life being full…of life.

One Sacred life, like yours, at a time.

Nothing new (in words)

Except every day, being new (in ourselves)

Nothing New, Something True.