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.
I step outside this gray spring morning.
How melodious the sound of rain meeting the metal roof;
How delightful to my ears this song of water drops each colliding and melding together,
Flowing to the gutters and spilling onto the soil.
How beautiful the sensation of this dance;
Water kissing my skin.
If I listen close I can hear the earth drinking and absorbing
It all in;
As does my heart and soul,
Quenching this thirst.
I step mindfully on the rivers edge
As to not stumble and fall.
The water is very patient in this, its journey,
To shape the earth whether a drop or
A cascade.
I must stop and steady myself if I wish to lift my gaze to the heavens.
I hear a thousand voices in the winds.
Even the eagles above and the river
Below join in the chorus of our ancestors;
It is always love.
Spring showers wash over her
And She rises,
Growing anew as if a
Spring flower reaching forth
Through raw earth to meet
Life;
Growth.
Dry earth
Gets thirsty,
Now
Summoning the rain.
When I
Am parched
I whisper your name.
Here raindrops
Fall softly on the roof,
The sweet smell of damp leaves fills
The room,
And here I am
drowning
In
Thoughts of you.
And
I dissolve into the sky.
Wanderlust
Takes me by the soul.
The open road.
The crashing surf.
So much magnificence to behold
In
And
On
This earth.
The very roots of the trees share my
Ancient truth.
They know the origin
Of my the journey.
If I stand still
And breathe
I
Remember the connection.
The very source of
The
Beginning.
There
I am.
…………..
Originally posted November 2015
We are not just tourists here
Visiting
Mother Earth,
She is our home.
I kneel to
Feel this;
Raw earth.
My tears
Of gratitude fall
For the wilderness has
At no time failed to
Save
Me
From myself.
In her stone and softness,
Her life and decay.
Always replenishing.
Forever
Sharing
All that she has to give.
I have lived many lives in the wilderness.
On the velvet forest floor
I lie.
My eyes lift to the heavens
As she soothes my soul
And i know this;
All
Is now as it ever has been and will be;
As it should be.
The tree does not base
The depth of her love
For the Earth on
The weather.
October sky.
i see the air as the breath
leaves my lips.
tree roots set themselves
deep and steady
ready for the chill to come.
branches reaching
to reassure one another.
inside lifeforce welcomes all stages of life,
happy to greet wind and rain
snowfall and sunlight.
living to live
and bring great joy
to earth and sky.
i touch the tree and know,
i
know we are not so
different and i am thankful.
Chole Into Diamonds 