Words and thoughts manifest
A magic spell.
I sing;
Seeds light upon my lips,
Dipsersing from within to float on the wind.
Landing where the may as I dance on my way to a destination unknown.
I will do my best
To speak in tongues of beauty
And love.
When she wanders
On and on,
One step at a time
Into the wilderness,
The emptiness disappears.
And she is filled with
Flowers and moss,
Berries and bark.
The wind speaking her native tongue in
Whispers to her soul.
Floating in the infinity of the veil.
The coyotes call to family bring her back,
Reminding her the sun is setting
And she slowly returns home to
Sweet slumber.
Another day is done.
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.
She takes photos of flowers in graveyards and no one knows the difference;
they love them no matter.
Flowers never mind where they grow,
be it
a graveyard
a crack in the pavement
a mountain side or a field,
as long as their roots are nourished.
And the sun still shines
and the rain still wets
and wind still blows without pause where
dead people lie.
no fear of life or death;
so the flowers grow and she still
goes and sees that beauty and peace
Abide within.
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.
Watching the birds
Surfing in this
Ferocious wind,
The storm has arrived and there is more to come.
Visibility is obscured by the snow
Falling, falling, falling.
Wind gusts unforgiving.
The birds live on
Come what may.
Her breath flutters the candle flame.
As she exhales
Destiny is awakened.
Ripples through time arise
And the tide alters
Before her.
In all directions
Wind and water disperse,
Only stillness remaining within and without.
Bow in gratitude to life.
Bloom;
Dissolve.
Moving in close,
His hair smells like wind and storms.
His skin feels like life.
Winter, spring, summer, fall
Bloom at once with a touch.
A smile.
Submerged in the song of our
Heartbeats.
Unison.
Harmony.
Strum;
A new tune begun.
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
I decide to get up.
My brain has been talking to me all night anyway.
It is very dark and I tiptoe
Trying to be quiet
But it is no use,
The old floors creak no matter how light my step.
The wind brings a comfort in its steady howl;
I am not alone after all in this darkness
In these early hours.
Chole Into Diamonds 