The
smell of the earth
before
the rain,
The
breath of the wind
before
a storm,
The feel of the grass
before the dawn,
The
kiss of the sun's
first golden rays,
The magical glow
of the moonlit night,
The
language of love
that speaks to my soul,
reminding me I am home.
I'm grateful for winter
and autumn
who offer a cocoon,
dark and solemn
to snuggle inside
the burrows we've carved.
Our minds can find peace
when our souls have been starved.
Some days the shadows
are my preferred place.
The shade they provide
is a cool, quiet space
where I can just be
without judgement or fear,
take a deep breath,
see what I hold dear.
Ruru, what do you
see without light?
Who answers your call
in the deep of the night?
Little Owl,
you sing your song,
and I will boldly
sing along.
No matter the weather,
I will love her.
I
will love her
when
she feels ugly and old,
threatened
and scared.
I
will hold her hand,
remind
her to take a deep breath,
remind
her that she is safe.
I
will love her for being joyful
under
a black cloud,
for dancing to her own tune.
I
will love her
when
she is in fight or flight
and
her whole body is tense.
I
will remind her to relax,
that
I've got her back,
that
I will never give up on her.
I
will love her
always
and forever
in
all kinds of weather.
To a
world
spinning
out of control,
I
open my arms,
toss
my head back
and
surrender to
Life's
beautiful flow.
When
I could
be
floored by
all
of the stories I hear,
I
choose to be grounded
to
the Earth that I know,
to
be held in her strength and her love.
When
it seems that chaos
is
the order of the day,
I
will remember the
rhythms
of the Earth
from
death to new life
and
embrace every season.
When
a flood of bad news
drowns
out the peace,
I
will dance under waterfalls,
feel
the beat of the Earth
pulse
through my veins,
fresh
water cleansing.
Earth
is my home,
rhythm
is my heartbeat,
love is my language.
The
drums, the
dance,
the
passionate romance,
I
move with intention.
Is the magic real?
Or is it all just a fairy tale
that I keep alive in my own mind?
I want to believe that beauty,
kindness and love
can be enough
to melt hardened hearts,
to lift heavy minds,
to shine into the darkness.
It gets so lonely sometimes.
I want to believe.
And so I will.
Under the moon
the pear tree stands,
soft leaves reflect a bright glow.
Under the stars
the garlic sprouts,
to be strong she needs time to grow.
Under the clouds
the owl sings her song
echoing from her home tree.
Under the night sky
we all grow together,
the garlic, the pear tree, the owl and me.
There's
a Fountain of Life
within
me.
There
is Love flowing through
my
veins.
There
are eyes that seek
only
beauty
and
a soul filled with Light
that
remains.
Two rainbows descended
then flew away.
Perhaps they were
not here to stay.
Sometimes when
I'm filled with fears,
I forget life's more
than it appears.
With my eyes stuck
to the ground,
I miss the beauty
all around.
Through the mist,
I see a tree,
a regal giant
before me.
Roots are grounded
out of sight,
arms outstretched
where birds take flight.
When I'm awake,
I often dream,
things aren't always
as they seem.
And as the mist
lifts from my fears,
sparkling sunlight
reappears.
