via Wild Winds
The winds came with such force ,
that the water became wildly beautiful and free .
Stone walls and cement slabs are little more than a notion during some moments like these .
Releasing old limbs , the trees do us a favor . They keep themselves alive …and wise and
ready for new growth and new life .
The winds came with such force
that I fell in love with their wildness and recognize the freeness .
Feeling the storm upon my face and more dearly in my heart’s embrace of all that is true .
I celebrate it in ancient experiences carried all the way in the life of each cell .
I release tears , not always for today , but sometimes for moments far off from another time
or for moments still to come .
Draw a vision from star to star to star and from to tree to tree to tree
And be .
Early morning darkness delivers promises
of expectancy an dreams coming awake and kindness from unknown places .
The sorrows that live in your breath as joys come to knock and welcoming a flutter of
Love in your heart and suddenly there is a moment where you
are free .
Breathe away the lingering notions of tulmultuous waves standing in the way . Standing at the edge of beautiful , wild dreams with eyes carrying deep visions from the past and a freshness, like new love , for the present . And when the colors change in sky and the formations of the trees alter their growth go with the winds the changes are sensed even before they are seen .
Breathe in the sight of stars and the knowing of their far off life traveling through space to just barely touch ours . And when a delicate , precious sunrise arrives perhaps we might choose a few moments to feel the presence of the earth beneath our bare feet on the grass or the sand or the dirt .
Breathe out with love , Breathe in the love .
Hearing the forest within my heart while a wild rabbit darts out in front of me . Pausing for less than a moment as do my thoughts and then the wonderings and wandering begin again .
A witness to the magnificence and also a participant . Remembering to breath deeply, as deeply, as the thoughts in my mind yearn to go into the Soul . Always free to soar in my Soul and dance with spirit amongst the trees and the sky . The sky that we mirror getting us churned or sent peacefully into a lullaby . Dear , sweet sky .