being unloved and unknown has golden glitter no one hurts when you are gone memory of you goes with the wind blown away like the obituary page of a newspaper into the beautiful cactus filled desert the red sun descends with dark silver lined clouds and bright stars switched on as I cease to exist.
when your world feels heavy hop in a pickup Chevy the universe wraps its arms around the wandering spirit rise up and touch the sky when crow birds flock long drive time ticking clock.
We danced with the moon when she curtsied to the rhythm of our movement sending a message of light embracing the sea freeing our being to wander its final time where souls sift through grains of beach sand roaming through endless stars throughout this enchanted universe.
I am black through graveyard grasses sound tapping on grave stone markers sneakered feet never touch ground wailing cold wind whispers my name owls hoot beautiful golden glowing eyes perch above below in the night I run. .
Is it our ears who hear, but not our soul? listen closely to the bird singing with all your inner being for nature's subtlety takes flight and will never stay still.
I have to say without doubt it matters not the tree its soul speaks to mine because they know I am one of them they utter words my inner being hears with truest delight.
everything evolved from within the stillness inside what I believe must be the house of God.
In the morning I look out my window and everything is still there like it was the day before. it is with this predictability that when I look out to the blackened sky on a starry night I know God must be out there, somewhere.
I have told you I walk into my sanctuary there, I see the birds, flowers, grass, a tree and vines growing up my block wall all these, God's children, at play in his garden.
Believe in you for better or worse so that on your deathbed your soul won't be nagging you, beating you over the head with, saying... 'I told you so. you should've had faith in me, because I was your inner voice, your intuition who whispered softly as you chose instead to believe what the world… Continue reading Talking to your Soul