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 might never tell you,
But your smile,
On more than one occasion,
Has lit the way before me
So that I might take that one more step.
Hope.
She doesn’t wish to spend the rest of her life believing in everyone else but herself,
So today she took the tiniest step
And exhaled all the breaths she had been holding internally for dear life .
It may remain unseen to others
but in her world it is the biggest,
Most beautiful move she’s made that she can recall,
Maybe even in her whole life.
It’s time to move on brave girl.
Take a step;
Now stand still
And feel the power you have
Being present in the moment
To create your next move.
Oh the things one sees when
We simply choose to observe
Without attachment to
What is deemed right or wrong in the
Eyes
Of earthlings grounded
In thought by gravity alone.
My heart holds no words for you
for
They are so
Minute,
To small.
A word cannot envelope nor embody
Love
Nor can my heart hold this vastness,
This infinity.
The power in every beat,
Every thump of my heart
Resonates
To the farthest galaxy
In the dark
Dancing and vibrating
Within atoms themselves,
For even they know our names.
Yet it is not of anywhere perceivable.
As our feet step upon this ancient earth
Feel the vibrations. Hear the beat.
And on and on we go.
We know.
You have asked for clarity,
Accept the answers;
you do understand.
Now
Move out of denial;
Flow into the river of what is.
I have such a story to share,
So many stories within
The story.
Where do I start?
Her heart softly replied,
“Just like you breathe one breath at a time,
As you step one foot in front of the other.
In every moment you pause.
One memory,
One word;
One word at a time.”
Realizing we,
Trembling in touch.
A power conscious
Brought us here,
Unimagined in the human mind.
A seeing beyond
Blood and bone,
A realization.
Every step,
Change of mind,
Everyone ever known
All flowing
In the knowing
To keep all of this going;
Our paths to meet.
The Ravens are busy telling stories
Outside my window.
They have the most recognizable voices.
The sweet, sweet smell of clover
And the melody of the bees working so
Diligently as I walk through the fields.
(I remember how afraid i once was of the bees)
This song of the wind
Brings harmony to my carefully
Placed bare footsteps kissing the
Soil.
I do not wish to crush anyone
Or anything.
I am climbing.
I turn my back to the
Wind
And try to catch my breath.
I taste the blood
On my lips
From the hit
But I do not cry.
I will cry later.
For now
I keep on.
One step,
One breath,
One blink,
One heartbeat
At a time.
Chole Into Diamonds 