Beneath the stress, the 'shoulds',
the ever-present rush,
there is a calm that feels safe,
a peace that simply says, 'hush'
to the loud-scattered mind.
'Come back to your soul,
come back to yourself,
you're already whole.'
Mesmerised by your beauty,
held in awe by your spell,
your dance appears other-wordly,
where
it ends I cannot tell.
In the shelter of the trees,
in the halo of the sun,
in the touch of the breeze
you whisper, we are one.
I am not the girl
who lives in the house
by the lake
who moved there after
driving through the night
in hurried anticipation,
who brought a backpack
full of hopes and fears,
then spent her nights
by the lake's edge in tears.
I am not the girl
who lives in the house
up on the hill,
looking out at the sunrise
every morning, full of hope
that maybe, just maybe
today will hold more
laughter than tears,
that she will finally rise
above her fears.
I am the girl
who lives in the cottage
down the lane,
surrounded by trees and flowers,
creating the life of her dreams,
moving, freely flowing,
in sync with her inner knowing,
who's taken the leap despite her tears,
dancing to the beat of her soul,
standing in the midst of her fears.
I am the girl who lives.
Even on a rainy day...
the birds still sing in the trees,
the wind still blows softly,
inviting me to step out,
to breathe deeply, to feel alive.
The mist rises from the valley
as the Earth drinks and exhales.
I can watch, breathless
as the magic unfolds,
not merely an observer,
but one enchanted
with the wonder of life.
Speak,
sing,
play
and dance!
Remind
the world
of
the sacred romance,
the
beautiful union
of
Earth and mankind
before
we grew cold
and
deaf and blind.
She
needs our voice,
our
kindness, our h'art.
In
life’s great dance
we
all play a part.
