I heard the birds singing this morning as it were spring . it was like a sweet , gentle smile opening across one’s face . Sun inspiring whimsey and a dash of hope in such a way that i was nearly fooled . Fooled into thinking that spring was near rather than the fall and approaching winter .
Expanding dreams in the warm rays of sunlight is easy and sweet . A joyous dance in ideas and amongst roads yet to be seen . Unfolding a layer and releasing all barriers in thought , word and deed .
I am happy to know what I don’t know so that I will learn as i go .
Many times it is the sleeping giants that are the ones that save us from ourselves . The quiet voice in the threads of our longest relationships that illuminate our courage and compassion as well as the deepest fears that cause us to push love away .
Forgiveness sleeps and waits to be called . Always ready to bring comfort and to light the dimness in the hall . Many times it is the first in line and can free you from yourself .
Compassion flows like blood through the heart where there are no blocks . Otherwise it gets stuck and hardens the heart . Something so strong can be so fragile and damage may set in while we sleep .
Willingness to know beyond our own private gate and invite the world to show us other ways free from hate .
These are a few of our sleeping giants and I say ” Let them awaken ! ”
Quiet courage and comfort amongst the trees and when in need go to them and breathe . They hold your ancestors stories and in this life will nourish yours .
A light touch of my hand against the ancient strength of the trees and in the stillness of the moment I can see . I can see with my heart and know what it is to be free .
There is a flow in the wisdom of the trees and a power misunderstood by men . When standing amongst the trees , deep breath in , close yours eyes and feel . Feel a rhythm of life that is sacred …oh so dear .
It does not discriminate or hate . It calls for you to come and be the courageous one . The comfort of the trees is longstanding and free . In the quiet of the trees is where you will know what is real .
The power in your mind designs a new step while you rest . A step of boldness and beauty both folding in on each other and forming a star in the heavens above . The freedom to be or to turn the other way around or the freedom to delve deeply into mystery and then leave the page blank …a choice and it’s free .
To know fully what’s in your heart , and I do mean fully , then you are a step closer to being free. The moments that seem to disappear will remain with your heart if you were present though not free and the moments that are reciprocal in the upper world of love will lift a mind into healing .
There is a peaceful heart that can be born again and again ….and again . It is a choice and it is free .
In the eyes there is something and when I pause inside of a look we are lightly intertwined . In a moment a stranger might become recognizable as friend since we shared woes and laughter and isn’t that beautiful ?
In a moment I’ve become lightly intertwined in the music that calls to a place in the past and in the dreams of what is yet be realized . Is it inside of an airport cafe with fellow travelers whose thoughts are , for a moment , removed from the hurrying and weary mind ? Lightly intertwined long enough to feel the others humanity .
Alone on the edge of the shore , water creating a dance, and summoning an internal hymn to be sung to nature . Surrendering to the rhythms of the waves so that I may be lightly intertwined .
And it is within each breath and heartbeat that we are all lightly intertwined .
To She , or , he that has an internal war raging having started long ago …may I offer you a chance to put down the sword . To know that you are enough and you need not fight for every step . Allowing a natural flow won’t weaken you strength . Leaving some of the old paradigms to become dust and accepting a new view could be sweet , could be kind and then begin anew .
The comforts of familiarity begin turning away and deep , long breaths move in to stay . The sky is where my eyes turn to for a sense of endless possibilities and are covered with smoke now and it has shut us in .
The still waters don’t bring peace but the roaring , wildness of the ocean calm the spirit and bring dreams to light . There is peace already living in each breath and each breath is as dear as old friends .
At first signs of restlessness …Remember to think and to go through those doubts and then you’ll arrive somewhere new . And remember to hear the feelings without making them shout. Splendidness is everywhere just maybe not your particular type . And your particular type will have your heart singing . Twinkling eyes , singing in your heart and twirling with laughter ….