There are people who remind you of the past not to heal
But to keep the hate alive because if they keep Us divided with constant reminders that we Should hate each other, they keep the power.
When we release these old beliefs they lose Power over us,
Over preconceived notion’s,
Over ties that bind and where we put our energy.
To keep us on repeat,
To keep us hardened and separate feeds the Drama and feeds the illusion that we cannot move past the past,
But we can.
We can learn to love more.
It is in our mind set and our hearts when we are ready.
For all of this is a choice we make every Morning as we rise to open new doors,
To toil the soil,
To plant, grow and tend to new seeds in this garden.
We can create anew every single moment
It is a wonderful thing
To throw the windows open in spring
And look upon the world.
I stand still and welcome the air
Saturate my skin.
The morning dew is winking at me
And the smell of fresh cut grass is teasing me.
“ Come play, come play”
Knowing precisely how to lift my spirits,
So out i go.
And my mind eases
And i forget my troubles as i settled my tired Bones
Amongst the roots, bugs and soil.
Lifting my gaze to the sky
And closing my eyes,
Humming softly to myself
I am free.
I sit in the gardens,
The smell of soil
Filling my veins.
Distant sounds of traffic and
As the hummingbird does his thing before Me,
Cicadas and dragonflies.
This music cradles me as I sway to the rhythm;
Become the rhythm.
Vitality and rejuvenation joining
In my heart and mind.
I am so far away,
So very close.
Everywhere yet nowhere,
Dancing energy intertwining.
Merging and surging.
Ceaseless heartbeat melody
Of stillness abounds and sways.