Like a beautiful , wondrous surprise , one day , a lone bird is heard .
It’s song parting the grayness of winter .
Lifting mood and vision towards dreams to be explored .
And with joyous heart more birds begin to sing .
It’s so often right in view . The glorious beauty and mystery of life interwoven with past, present and future into one thread . That thread connects us all . The layers of living moving through time and space as one and yet still all at once .
The beauty and the mystery forever intertwined in each breath .
The water invites one’s woes to be carried away ,
as it lightens the spirit and frees ancient aches so that they soar into the heavens .
Relentless rains and their density are something to beware . Their heaviness can be
dreamt away .
The ocean waves and river’s flow tell their stories to our souls . They speak a language
recognizable to our hearts and invite a dance from the depths of our breath into
sacredness .
Freedom without knowledge , freedom without wisdom , freedom without compassion . What does it create ?
Without an anchor to your soul and distance from your fears any fool can envelope you in a blanket of their tall tales and drag you along on their crazy lies .
Freedom to create a life that you’ve dreamed …Oh but wait not if they say “No”.
So you go …somewhere and start doing something thinking that this is what must be . And the men at the top talk passionately of freedom , your freedom , as they take it all away. You hear the passion not the meaning and it’s all so exciting . The energy and the community that help you to feel oh so strong grabs you hard , so hard that you forget that it’s lies .
Remember …remember that we all have the right to be .
A wild horse stands tall and calm while shadows from the clouds above move across his frame . Uneven terrain outstretched for miles rugged and beautiful and flickering with warm tones of color . The definition of strength seen in the horse’s musculature speaks of a noble history . The beauty is elegant and somehow soothing to see .
You may run as you please dear wild one . Run and run with wind blowing through your mane . The power of your spirit echoing throughout fields and hills all around . The scents of pine and sage and the remnants of a sun filled day linger in the air as you choose your resting place for the long night ahead .
Star filled sky becoming visible and the lullaby songs of the night begin as you settle in beneath an ancient tree . Sweet rest dear wild one until the new adventure begins again ….
The roaring dragon breathes life into the sleeping darkness . Startling the calm . Startling the love . And startling the hopefulness .
The roaring dragon breathes fire into storms of embers . Suddenly they are spreading and blowing every which way . Fire spreading , fear rising up like a volcano erupting .
The hearts and souls of warriors that live for a better way , for illumination in the dark , gather their resolve to free the world of the roaring dragon .
The destruction caused is filled with trickery and many pledge allegiance to the fire of the dragon .
The fires from this dragon will be cast out and be forever altered by a mighty ocean wave . And as the moon and the stars give power to the ocean so too will the warriors give light to the darkness and begin to heal the fears .
The breath of joy sometimes waits …with longing to be a part of the breeze .
To dance among the trees and to tickle the ocean’s surface it waits . Creating the dips and
highs for the light to play and play . And intertwining with sun sending shimmering nuances
here and there.
The breath of sadness , sometimes mindful , might remain in your cells for years .
Ancient tears may turn up
and hold you like a blanket all the while asking to be freed .
The breath of freedom … is pure love . It knows no bounds and soars and floats and glides .
Imagine a translucent , shimmering and infinite stream of light moving within and through
all
of life . It is continuous and generous
unless it is stopped .
Breathe and awaken the light .
