She walks amongst the ancient trees and the ripe meadows She frolicks in the cool salty breeze as the wind licks her hair She dances with the tides and rolls with the waves She warms your heart like a crackling fire in the cool misty nights Spirit is all Spirit is present everywhere Earth, air,
Tag: spoken word
“I am done” she screams Tears rolling down her face The heat in her body overpowering all her senses She looks for a place to fall into She longs for the safety of a net to catch her while she wails and falls and screams into the abyss Her heart pounds as she witnesses her
Feeling tender Heart asking to be witnessed Fear of falling Or fear of flying? Listening but not wanting to Not wanting to but needing to Stay grounded she reminds herself Stay open she reminds herself But the cracks still appear. “You haven’t failed” she quietly whispers to her tender heart. “You are succeeding in more
Wisdom within She calls me Laced with her magic and mystery she creates from the void In darkness she responds In darkness her pulsing magnetic mystery calls forth those of us who pay attention Tidal her life flows effortlessly She communes with the moon and dances with the wonder of new life From her, new
Eyes see but they also listen To the light, to the dark, to the all and the nothing We see and yet we can be blind We can be blind and yet we can see Visions unfolding within our beings Observations made that we think are clear Our eyes recognize a truth buried deep within





