These days, I have become a collector, Tender of the flimsy, yellow, and still…
Putting one foot in front of the other, I take the formless to heart; and I fill
Pots with dirt and myself with cold white wine. Utterly beside the point in straw hat And fussing with flowers, I am consigned Neither to here nor there, to this and that.
Long since the Furies cried, I’ve been alone For gods don’t rejoice in the death of two.
Doggedly, like Sisyphus and his stone I push, but second chances are so few.
When I stumble, kind eyes avert their gaze And we fall each time I look back, these days.
Life is a river of energy, mostly in motion, sometimes stagnant, needing a “shock” of sorts to start the flow again.
The Universe never fails us, giving us plenty of opportunity to reroute, reformat and come into a shift of perception.
I don’t believe the things I believed as a youth, or my early adult life, or even 5 years ago.
The Mental Body, the Physical Body and the Energetic Body is either empowered, or drained, by others and self. Only becoming intimately aware of the body’s energetic and emotional movement can a person even begin to manifest change purposefully, intentionally.
I flow the best I am able at any given moment.
Grateful for life.
Thoughts are electric and feelings are magnetic.
When you think a thought which is positive or negative, the emotion you feel about the thought begins to wrap itself around the thought, the more you think it, the stronger it becomes and neural pathways are formed, a rut in one of the roads of mind. This is pleasant when the thought and feeling are good, and very unpleasant when they are not.
If the feelings are negative, the thoughts becoming repetitious and the rut in that road of thought gets deeper, the more challenging it becomes to rewire the neural pathways.
today just allow yourself to go naked don’t reach out like you always do and put on the mask just go naked and shameless raw and free let down your guard and let it all flow in and out let us, you and i, be the ones awake in a sea of dreamers and actors.
Wise men say that rushing is violence And so is your silence when it’s rooted in compliance To stand firm in loving defiance, make art your alliance Give voice to the fire
Move people to the beat of the wind Gather yourself and begin to dance the song until it ends We are winners, champions of the light Forming in numbers and might, keep the truth close in sight
Medicine Woman, Medicine Man Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands Medicine Woman, Medicine Man Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands
Find your teachers in the voice of the forests Unplug, you can’t ignore this, wisdom of the voiceless Remedies are bountiful and surround us From the garden to the farthest, prayer made of star dust
Find your healing in the music that calls you The voice that enthralls you, what do you belong to? Eyes out! There’s the setting of the sun Give thanks to each and everyone
The lesson is the Medicine Woman, Medicine Man Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands Medicine Woman, Medicine Man Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands
I believe in bending backwards and extending My traps trip back until the message is in action The yard is feeding, stop stark the disbelieving ‘Cause the garden holds the shards, the medicine is in the seeds when
We hold tight to our right to protect and We know our might is tenfold in connection Our elders hold them bright lights, we protect them The medicine is evident: the wolf, the hawk, the bear clan
We hold tight to our right to protect and We know our might is tenfold in connection Our elders hold them bright lights, we protect them The medicine is evident: the wolf, the hawk, the
Medicine Woman, Medicine Man Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands Medicine Woman, Medicine Man Walking with grace, I know your face, and I trust your hands
There are many of us here under the umbrella of Creator.
Those who are against “God” attack the Self of matter (Son/Daughter) and then do awful things to their Holy Spirit if able, in the attempt to kill the Higher Self.
