Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Somethings bloom and blaze on their own. Things full of boundless possibilities. A blue sea. A glowing moon. A mother’s milk. A circle of close people. Anything with a sense of endurance, will find a way to bloom and blaze all on its own. I’m in a space with the one who saves, who reminds me of the fruits we reap when we dance to the rhythms of life. One learns quite soon, that even a day will reap its own seeds, whether it witnesses endless tasks or celebrates the brightest stars. Things will change. Things will fall into place like a panel of woods made of stars, one snap after the other. Things will fall into their substance and true nature, with no glue or any need for hue. I have been oblivious to things out of place for too long. Oblivious to those who lie and steal, lie and cheat, as is life belongs to them and their fearful ways. Now, I hiss to the wind, and say with my heart’s content, have your way. I shut out the sounds of their tears, shut out their lies and their fears, shut out all things oblivious to our bloom and blaze, oblivious to our boundless possibilities. Those full of hope and vision, full like a blue sea, all the things we reserve with our circle, till a single day…