Cancel my plane.
I’ve been murdered.
I’m not here.
I’ll be happy to come home with you.
Take over.
Look at you.
Do it.
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Isolation became over time a place of comfort – a place where I became most productive – a place I grew to call a home I own.
Now I look to own a different home.
~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight
THE DANCE
It is the song that determines the dance, not the other way around.
The dance never comes before the song, whether in your mind, your body, the universe of you, or a sound that you hear or a sight that you see or a presence in your soul that you feel.
The sound of your soul, mind, body, environment propels you to dance the sound — with or without ears, with or without sight, with or without limbs, with or without money or other resources, because at some point in your existence you realize that the only actual, dependable resource you possess is not your family, friends, associates, religion, affiliations, job nor successes.
Your only resource, actual and dependable, is you.
Dance to that song.
~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight
THE LAST DANCE
This dance is different.
The song will not precede the dance.
When you hear the song,
The dance will already be over.
~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight
Welcome Home!
This is your new planet. Earth.
Treat all that inhabits it well.
This is the last home you’ll have.
~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight
Welcome means you never have to say goodbye.
Well…come on in.
My heart is always open.
~ Sharon Lee Davies-Tight
