We don’t get to choose when we are born, or when we die. We don’t get to choose who brings us into the world, or how we leave it.
We don’t get to choose the circumstances surrounding the occasion or the voices we hear at the start.
The beginning and the end belong else where.
The middle piece is ours.
We don’t have to put up with noise that distracts our soul, or the people that plague our minds with thoughts not our own.
The beginning and the end belong else where.
The middle piece is ours.
We can stop saying ‘yes’ to what holds us back, there is power in unleashing the free word of ‘no’.
The beginning and the end belong else where.
The middle piece is ours.
We can stop dwelling in the light of our past, the light casts a shadowing that is holding us back.
The beginning and the end belong else where.
The middle piece is ours.
We don’t get to choose when we are born, or when we die. We don’t get to choose who brings us into the world, or how we leave it.
We don’t get to choose the circumstances surrounding the occasion or the voices we hear at the start.
The beginning and the end belong else where.
The middle piece is ours.
We don’t have to put up with noise that distracts our soul, or the people that plague our minds with thoughts not our own.
The beginning and the end belong else where.
The middle piece is ours.
We can stop saying ‘yes’ to what holds us back, there is power in unleashing the free word of ‘no’.
The beginning and the end belong else where.
The middle piece is ours.
We can stop dwelling in the light of our past, the light casts a shadowing that is holding us back.
The beginning and the end belong else where.
The middle piece is ours.
We don’t get to choose when we are born, or when we die. We don’t get to choose who brings us into the world, or how we leave it.
We don’t get to choose the circumstances surrounding the occasion or the voices we hear at the start.
The beginning and the end belong else where.
The middle piece is ours.
We don’t have to put up with noise that distracts our soul, or the people that plague our minds with thoughts not our own.
The beginning and the end belong else where.
The middle piece is ours.
We can stop saying ‘yes’ to what holds us back, there is power in unleashing the free word of ‘no’.
The beginning and the end belong else where.
The middle piece is ours.
We can stop dwelling in the light of our past, the light casts a shadowing that is holding us back.
The beginning and the end belong else where.
The middle piece is ours.