awe
of aloha
how love
and spirit
how magic feels
life
like a mountain
like time
meeting love
and that feeling of freeness
breath
full of spirit
rising like mountain peaks
slowing time’s pace
to the expansiveness of dreams
newness
of vision
vast like the ocean
and how nature soothes
with a familiar call
begins with a long road
i picture myself lifted up floating
i know i can do this now!
and my vision pierces through light and dark
like an arrow that doesn’t land
there is no end
in her cupped hands
closed
yet through each line in between
fingers
warmth
the light shining through
making her hands
appear as if glowing red
slowly
she opens her hands
revealing the light inside
and it is a gift from somewhere
so mysterious
you could say
far off
it is a gift she’s given us today
to brighten the world
to brighten the mood
to part the clouds
and twist rainbows around trees branches
maybe the immediate pain
could trigger a release
that would be so much greater
than the miniscule point experienced
and you would see the kind of shift
that would move mountains
and then you would truly know
you are capable of so much
body knows what to do
mind does too
body and mind tell you how to get back into balance
still
it might not be what you want to do
it might not be convenient
might take a great concerted effort
might be painful
a sickness is the body
the mind
the spirit
out of balance
realignment is possible
recalibrate if necessary
use as directed
and don’t kill yourself
don’t work too hard
take the medicine
and rest
mending happens
and
is unseen
Imagine that the night sky is a blanket made of deep velvet that you could wrap around you. A bird with dark wings flies by. Qiuetly. Softly. Barely makes a sound. Sound of a whisper. Just a flicker of motion in the dimly lit sky. Reflected back in the still water below.
The girl thinks to herself. The girl imagines. The girl watches this graceful bird trace a line across the sky. She watches the moon high above. The moon that looks like it’s singing, so she sings back.
Her voice carries across the air. Across a valley. A canyon. A stream. Rivers. Oceans. Into the mountains. She sings a song with no words, only voice. Only notes that rise and fall. A melody that stills the very still forest. A voice that accompanies the flying bird smoothly gliding by. Into the night. Into the beyond.
It’s as if she can see this veil. And she knows where the bird flies to. She sings and beyond the veil, they listen. They know how to answer her. They come up with ways to respond. But it’s an acorn that drops suddenly into the water creating endless ripples. The start of these very many rings is what catches her attention.
She finishes her song. Because really it’s a compliment. It’s but another gentle guide into the night. And she smiles to herself. And those beyond the veil laugh with her recognition.
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