Mother Earth sings her song.
It is in the dirt,
The wind,
The water of the raging rivers
And the peaceful ponds.
The trees and the mountains.
The lion and the sparrow.
We think we do not know her song
But we too are her song.
We have only become distracted
For her music is in our very cells.
The blood of our ancestors.
Be still, your soul
And listen.
This song never pauses.
Sing with her once more.
I wander freely
Journeying the valley floor.
And when I am worn and weary
I rest my bones
On the rivers edge.
I listen to her song;
Wonder at
Her ever changing beauty
Magnified through icicles and frost.
I see the snowy mountains rising
Strong.
Thoughts of past and future leave
Me.
Here I am.
And I remember
These songs resuscitate my heart;
Settle my mind.
Mother Earth always knows how to
Speak to my soul.
She knows without hesitation
What to say in the silence.
Up here
On the mountain
I feel my spirit expand.
The walls vanish.
The noise of
A million voices
Cease to exist
And
I can hear my own heart.
I do not need to speak
A word
For
The wind knows my soul.
And I never fear being alone
As
Mother Earth
Holds me strong.
She holds me
With
A
Sacred
Love.
Delight
In the beauty of a new day.
Set your feet firmly
On
Mother Earth
And be thankful.
Chole Into Diamonds 