My heart slows.
The Elk and deer are grazing while the sun is dipping
Below the horizon.
I know shortly the fox will come scouting
And eagerly return to his den with a mouse
Clenched in his teeth.
The bunnies are nibbling on tender shoots and the Eagles have flown back to their nests.
The geese are relentless in their calls,
Honks echoing overhead
As the great crane swoops up and away;
All to return another day.
This world plays the music,
We create the dance.
They do not need the sun to warm their bones,
The heat of touch
And gentle whispers will do;
An understood assurance in the closeness.
Placidly now they shimmer.
Share your thoughts
But release the intentions to control
Or change
Peoples thoughts and beliefs.
Here one creates a barrier with expectations.
Trust the timing of everything.
Let stillness embody the mind
With every thought, movement and touch;
With this comes clarity and flow.
Continue loving,
Keeping heart and hands open to help.
There is not a pause in time,
Only the flow.
Some will see the beautiful light of another soul,
Who loves unhidden,
And they will be consumed by self,
Pointing out and focusing only on the shadows cast.
Do not be disheartened for they themselves are in A dark place and have not looked within Themselves to see their own beautiful light.
Keep shining ;
Keep loving unattached to their words and definitions.
Do not remain trapped in a human mind made prison.
You are enough as are they.
You have always been free.
You are free.
If one does not sit still
One cannot see repercussions
Of actions.
Observe, learn and shift.
Flow in love.
Listen to heartbeats,
Soulspeak.
We are all fluent in this language ,
That which the world keeps trying to drown out with artificial noise.
Be still.
Listen.
I keep the fan running all
Night
So i cannot hear the ghosts
Shuffling around the room
Or whispering
In my ear.
I pull my feet tucked up close to me
When they tug at the sheets;
Fetal position.
I haven’t slept sound since
I was three.
These are the
Forests i know.
And the devils club,
The fallen trees
They remind me to breathe;
Raindrops on the forget me not.
The song of the wind,
Lichen at me feet.
Mountain tops high. I am cradled safe
In the sloping valley.
Running river wild playing its melody free
As I welcome stillness.
Here I meet myself.
Chole Into Diamonds 