Joining in the cry for renewal
for life giving water.
for life giving water.
Dry time of the soul mirrored in the landscape.
Water green with algae and I wonder how my turtle family fare.
Grandmother tree welcomes me,
embraces me,
as I come seeking the quickening.
Yearning for the rain that will wash this dross
of mind made, man made, disconnect,
that collects like scum on the molten light that is my soul...
Grandmother tree welcomes me,
embraces me,
as I come seeking the quickening.
Yearning for the rain that will wash this dross
of mind made, man made, disconnect,
that collects like scum on the molten light that is my soul...
and she who has witnessed the effect of such separation bears no judgement. Instead I am greeted in peace and am shown the cycles of life and secrets of family & relationship,
of trust that the wheel turns and we are born anew.
That without this contrast we would never come to know ourselves as Spirit...
as one.
of trust that the wheel turns and we are born anew.
That without this contrast we would never come to know ourselves as Spirit...
as one.
