Sitting quietly
by Nature’s side…
body lifting spirit.
It rises
it spins
it dances.
No one to teach
no one to show
just my heart and my soul
beating
Beneath my feet
deep in the soil
layers of ancient history lay-
reminding me
to remember something
something important
….
No words
no rhyme
no time to describe…
Life is in the simple things.
Earth in my hands
Fire at my feet
Water in my blood
Now I can breathe…
We are ancient beings
Let’s touch base with the “New Age”, “Spiritual”- or whatever you want to call it- movment. It’s been a while since I’ve talked about it, and I just returned from Venus, so something’s bound to be new. What’s new, is that I now simply call any of this, “The Journey.”
What exactly does this journey entail you ask? Well, anything that reflects life; being fully alive; sacrificing our wants, to truly learn our needs; opening the heart to the unknown with full trust to the universal flow. The Journey is about self discovery; and it is continuous. It is, in simple terms, living honestly.
Look out your doorstep, see the gridded roads; see the way we demand control over our environment. Sit behind the driver’s wheel, see how you believe you are stronger than nature. Walk, notice the way the rubber on your shoes gives you super-human powers. Remember, what it was like when you were a child, always kicking your boots off so you could feel the air, feel the earth. You were in heaven when you were two, and you thought you were god at twelve.
For those of us who travel, oh how we appear impulsive, adventurous, crazy… reality is, we are remembering what it was like to travel as if we were two years old. We are remembering what it was like to see the world for the first time, and to realize how big it truly is. We remember how little control we have; only, we are grown up now, and our hissy fits are solely in being accepted for what we truly are.
What we are, is human. What’s different? We are learning to deal with the buzzing world, it’s new to us. We are learning to see past the flashing lights, remembering we have dexterity in the toes, and in our fingertips. We are learning what it’s like to use them; suddenly we have super-human powers shut out by cars that drive too fast. What do we do? And an inner panic kicks in…
The journey is about discovering the vehicle we’ve had since birth. It is about learning what our bodies are capable of, how energy is exchanged, and what sort of information we are capable of “picking up”. We are, essentially, starting anew. We are choosing friends carefully, searching, for the ones who will understand our “mad” ways. We are different, and yet we are the same. How do we explain that?
I’ve been gift three birds to see
playing games we don’t know
in our human mentality.
Flying higher every day;
see them work
in synchronicity.
Watch them move
read them like a book
feel the closeness
to you and me.
Feel the toes
spread them wide.
Touch the Earth
with your finger tips.
Breathe naturally.
Allow the mind to wander
wherever it will.
Listen close
see the puzzle of your world.
Life is not in the rhyme
but in the hum
of three little birds.
So step outside
find yourself
observing the universe;
create, listen, touch
feel, taste, and hear.
Without critique
or judgement
be the animal that you are.
The river runs deep. It pulses through my veins; quiet as a creek; loud as the planes. Stones remind me where I came from, as the outter world-planes and trains and cars- try to call me home. A touch of heaven early on, as we fly, high off the ground, speeding fast on the roads below.
What about life I ask? What about here and now? Where are we running to? What are we running from?
We have this breath– a quiet moment- if we should so choose. Will this be heaven too? Or will our time come, to share our wisdom, as angel’s of the heavens? Like time travelling people.
Oh how busy it would be, if we were to answer every call. Instead, I plead the Earth to play God, since she is all we know. And patiently I wait, for the rest to unfold.
Nurses are nursing the Warrior People.
Warriors for the medicine of unknown Truth.
Let the brain sort
sort through the dark
Search for the truth
in the medicine walk.
with the human mind
the body knows
the silver lining.
Planters are planting
seeds of thought
instilling the rightness
in the human heart.
Time is unknown
to the ones
who operate on the sun.
Confusion needs nurses
outside the hospital zone.
Nelson knows
the ring of the land,
it is my proper
hospital hands.
The powered clock
as simple as a wrist watch
keeps us in time
the cheques on the line.