All in Meditations

Blood at Their Feet

Rainbows often inch across the room, shining from the crystal hanging in the window. Today, a bright one moved across my chessboard. I moved quickly to set up the pieces before the clouds and trees extinguished the vibrant rainbow. It was my move and I was on the clock.

Common Sense

Your discontentment is in direct proportion to your refusal to live out your dreams of purpose. The life you want will then always be on the peripherals of your experience, just outside of your realization.