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.
Yes
Miracles happen every moment.
People change.
Or
They don’t.
Always carry hope.
And I try not to hold my breath and sit
Immobile;
Stationary and stuck.
Keep living and loving.
Move out of limbo and the waiting.
Basking in the radiance of life
Moment by moment.
I am blooming regardless the
Light,
The soil,
The circumstance.
Heart over matter.
Soul sight
Flowing.
There are people who remind you of the past not to heal
But to keep the hate alive because if they keep Us divided with constant reminders that we Should hate each other, they keep the power.
When we release these old beliefs they lose Power over us,
Over thoughts,
Over preconceived notion’s,
Over ties that bind and where we put our energy.
To keep us on repeat,
To keep us hardened and separate feeds the Drama and feeds the illusion that we cannot move past the past,
But we can.
We can learn to love more.
It is in our mind set and our hearts when we are ready.
For all of this is a choice we make every Morning as we rise to open new doors,
To toil the soil,
To plant, grow and tend to new seeds in this garden.
We can create anew every single moment
With love.
It is a wonderful thing
To throw the windows open in spring
And look upon the world.
I stand still and welcome the air
Come
Saturate my skin.
Better yet
The morning dew is winking at me
And the smell of fresh cut grass is teasing me.
“ Come play, come play”
They say
Knowing precisely how to lift my spirits,
So out i go.
And my mind eases
And i forget my troubles as i settled my tired Bones
Amongst the roots, bugs and soil.
Lifting my gaze to the sky
And closing my eyes,
Humming softly to myself
I am free.
I sit in the gardens,
The smell of soil
Filling my veins.
Distant sounds of traffic and
Humans
Disappear
As the hummingbird does his thing before Me,
Flitting
And flapping.
Cicadas and dragonflies.
This music cradles me as I sway to the rhythm;
Become the rhythm.
Vitality and rejuvenation joining
In my heart and mind.
I am so far away,
So very close.
Everywhere yet nowhere,
Dancing energy intertwining.
Merging and surging.
A decadent,
Ceaseless heartbeat melody
Of stillness abounds and sways.
Reborn.
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