When she wanders
On and on,
One step at a time
Into the wilderness,
The emptiness disappears.
And she is filled with
Flowers and moss,
Berries and bark.
The wind speaking her native tongue in
Whispers to her soul.
Floating in the infinity of the veil.
The coyotes call to family bring her back,
Reminding her the sun is setting
And she slowly returns home to
Sweet slumber.
Another day is done.
His halogen mind
Sheds light on everything;
Everyone.
Nothing left in the dark
As his heartbeat song
Creates a thunderous
Crash
Awakening the sleepy
Bones
Of those
Thought dead;
And on they dance.
Sparks within the mind remembering;
Oxygen expands.
Breathe.
Fire meets fire,
The blaze burns.
Love creates life;
Love and live.
On he shines.
The Turkey Vultures
Circle gracefully overhead
In the clear blue sky.
Surely it is not me they are eyeing,
For I am more alive than ever.
Perhaps it is the plethora of
Old ideas and beliefs of me left shed among
The dead leaves which
Whets their appetite?
To which I say,
“Feast! Enjoy every morsel for there is
More to come.”
Let your voice be the song
That reminds
Each soul of the beauty they have within.
Sing
A peaceful tune, clear and sweet
That carries hearts home
To
Their own love.
We are the medicine.
We are
The cure.
We always have been;
It comes out from within.
Remind them.
Remind them.
With your song
Steady and smoothly falling from your lips,
Beating from your heart.
The perfect pitch.
The infinite resonance
Of Love.
Many are so blinded by their own fears
They cannot hear nor see the
True danger;
Loss of truth.
We are stepping on sacred soil,
The blood and bones of those gone before
Beneath the soles of our feet.
Breathe in and out every breath thankful for the moment;
Breathing sacred air.
We,
Still
Exchanging breaths of love and loss with our ancestors
As the wind caresses this earth;
Tenderly touching our skin.
Listen to the sacred song.
Be aware,
Be present and heed the true call.
The answer is always love.
They punish her in their silent ways.
After she has spoken up,
After she is exhausted.
The ones she loves most.
Unapologetically,
Indirectly
Forgetting.
She is soft to them,
She is weak.
She knows she has been taken advantage of,
Manipulation in their pious suffering
Pulling at her heart.
She bends,
She sways.
To be there when the weight is so heavy
On her.
She moves ever so slowly.
They know
She has yet to speak and then
It leaves her mind as to why;
She cries.
She cannot be who they think she should be in
Their false strength
And the lights go out.
The thirst for knowledge,
In its truth,
Does
At no time
Take
Offense.
I find myself
Wandering in the densest
Forest.
Without a sound I lay myself down
In the moss, the twigs, the leaves
And I breathe.
I am them and they are me,
The earth,
The stars,
This air.
And that has to be enough in this moment
For I hang on silently,
The merest
Particle
Brushing my fingertips;
As this air strums my
Out of tune heart,
Strings stretched to snap.
Thump.
As my heartbeat slows i am
Reimmersed;
Securely wrapped
In the cocoon;
The womb, The tomb.
In stillness I become the miraculous healing.
All else is released but love.
In a gasp of breath reborn;
Nothing remains to mourn.
I am.
Chole Into Diamonds 