I must have dozed off while birds were singing . Sweet and lively sounds acting like a
serenade . Their stories filled the air and comforted me into sleep .
Awakened by rustling as the winds began blowing . Stronger and stronger they grew
and stirring up the instincts as they do . Memories from all the storms that have come and
then have gone .
Then there is quiet and there is calm .
I do choose a beautiful , wild road and in between …. a bit of rest .
I thank God that this work , this passion , this challenge is a never ending thread .
Incorporating spirit with the practicalities of living . It anchors me to the earth and to the
It guides me to live in this moment while releasing me to explore the unknown .
The rawness exposed rising up from my soul .
Shuddering in it’s innocence and slightly sweet in it’s song .
Dares to be a melody and not a lullaby .
And a glimpse of raggedy edges does not frighten me .
They have been seen before .
The longing for smoothness may appear along with gentleness in your glimpses .
There is nothing to fear .
In a moment , when a breeze becomes more , I choose to run along beside it .
Almost wanting to close my eyes and only to feel …
the delight and the laughter
and then I am free .
When the Spirit is Free
They were mine once ,
in a dream …or was it in that other lifetime ?
The heart must know . That’s where I’ll go to seek my wings .
The sense of them wrapping around me gently and protecting my soul
soothes me into sweet release .
It is a different sort of freedom not quite familiar in this earthly life .
Elegantly and delicately they open after rest
and seek to stretch .
A few feathers may fall away here or there and , truly , are intended gifts .
Movement designed to flow
and a dance leading the heavens to free the heart .
Seeking wings in the sky
and I don’t don’t why .
Since I have rediscovered them right by my side .
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Life , as strong she is , vulnerable like a whisper .
The notions planted in your heart , before birth or since , guide and question .
A melody in a moment and a song for battle in the long , drawn out days .
Walking through scenarios attempting to break free .
A captured moment in the beating of your heart
lays claim to what will be done next .
The wildness in the unknown beckons and calls
stirring the mind and releasing all fears
Leap and leap again !
There is no one richer than the one with the full heart .
A stream of wisdom rises and …
brings a collection of visions …
both new and old .
Is the song new or a million years old ?
Gently extending a hand , open and ready
to receive the adventures .
The tales are alive
and go dancing in twilight .
Invite them for a spin
and the joy will flow .
Where were you born from ?
Ancient plans in DNA and stars within galaxies too far to see ?
Sleep to see freely from ego and explore the boundaries
and to know the wisdom.
Accumulating and storing perceptions and insights to use in the travels ahead .
Step and step again again .
Clarity in my eyes
sometimes I can’t see .