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.
I have had a hundred different songs playing in my head
Already
This morning;
All
While I sit and anticipate the rise of the sun.
The galaxy is always reminding me that life is bigger; so vast.
I choose to be conscious,
In each moment I hear the galaxy breathe.
I watched the falling stars rain down tonight and I am grateful for each breath that fills my lungs as well;
Such a song.
She is a wave
But not of the ocean,
She is
The wind that
Moves the ocean and creates the waves;
Nobody sees.
And so she goes
And on she goes.
A song,
A breath,
A breeze.
The twinkle in a star that catches your eye.
The very air itself.
And on she goes.
And so she goes
Free.
Oh yes
The birds are returning.
No song left unsung;
In
The volume of their song
No hesitation.
Bright breasts puffed.
Not a post, wire or branch
Off limits to poise upon and strike chord.
Calling to those who will listen as sun touches
The land.
Replies fill the air with hope,
Nature does hearken unwavering.
You must have been an
Apparition.
A made up someone in my
Imagination.
For I wandered these stone stairwells
And
I roamed through
Winters withering garden
Following your song.
I knew I should find shelter,
Somewhere to warm my core.
But once outside I could return
Inside no more
For
I was met with barred windows and
Locked doors.
I found you in the courtyard.
I tried to reach you.
Touch you.
You vanished as I approached.
My fingers now cold and frozen,
I,
Left dreaming in the fog with ghosts and snowflakes.
And I remained alone
As I was all
Along.
I must have mistaken the
Wind howling through
Windows and doors,
Through
Winters garden
For your song.
*originally posted @cholintodiamonds February 2015
The longest ache.
Tears form in the corner of my eyes when
I remember the magic i felt,
The beauty I witnessed.
And I remember wiping
The red dust from my cheeks
So long ago.
The joy and the wonder a new sight can
bring,
The souls one meets that love a song.
To think
Once
I did not believe.
It was another life now
And then another
And here I am still in wonder.
The longest ache sears through my veins.
The yearning remains.
The ancient beats within my heart reverberate
Through time unseen in synchronization with those who came before
And those yet to come.
The
Bird keeps singing his song
As I approach the tree
So sweet
The melody.
I stop and close my eyes to listen
Appreciatively
Letting this music swirl around me.
And I open my eyes
In spring sun glare
Taking a few steps closer.
He stays unafraid
And his song is all I hear
Now amidst this chaos in my mind.
Forgetting human language for a time
I am steady.
Receptors heightened.
A rush of heat
Surges through my blood.
A song rises from my lips
As I speak your name.
A vibration timeless.
And my heart lifts to the heavens.
No distance between us
In that moment.
I hold you still and
Always will.
I stepped outside
And it hit me like a wave;
The smell of fresh dirt;
The forest floor and raspberries.
Fresh raspberries.
Right there on the cement
Surrounded by cars and buildings.
Heartfelt memories tugging.
Tugging.
A scent that cannot be duplicated by man.
I knew instantly in my heart it was my father,
Gone 20 years now.
I was taken back to childhood
Days and picking delicious raspberries in the woods;
Eating more than ended up in the bowl.
I composed myself and
Walked to my car.
Sitting in the front seat;
Missing him.
I turned the key to start the
Engine
And there was his song playing.
The one my siblings and I requested on the Radio station the day of his funeral.
I am glad he reminds me he is near.
Chole Into Diamonds 