only
i am the wind
I am the wind
That shakes you
I am the flame that burns you and reminds you to stay awake
I am the words that spill from you as you close your eyes to dream
I am the dreams that make you open your arms to share
I am you.
I am your voice that won’t stand for hurt
I am your driver that shows you how to unlearn
I am your heart that shows you love
I am your eyes that see light where there has been darkness
I am your voice
I am your spirit
I am your roots
I am you.
All we are is all we are.
We are bone and blood.
We are soil and cells.
We are energy.
We are knowing.
sister of the frosted trees
The moon is a silhouette above the crown of her head
A perfect slicing moon that juts from the indigo sky
Three tiny stars dance around it
The walls are whitewashed
Slivers of black scratching through worn wood.
She lays on the floor
Face up
Still
Still as the old forest breath that remains, buried deep within the crevasses of the wood planks
She may as well be that wood.
Whitewashed herself, on top in her faded lace dress
Her hair snowy, fanned bohemian around her thin face
A small silver fox, delicate and wise
Conjurer
Charmer
Creator
Sister of the frosted trees
Keeper of the secrets.
The letters and words spill around her
She looks only with her third eye as her lids are heavy, her eyes turned inward.
She quiets her worldly earthy senses
Tapping deep into spirit
Spiral depth
A white foam wave covers her, the ancient sea.
She goes in deep into the wisdom of the sea and the trees
Sinking past the walls, past the floorboards
Deep into dust, deep into the mud
The white light whirls away
And there is calm.
Delicate tiny hands find her there.
Soft downy feather touch
Hands to her skin
They hold her face.
“Time, time, time is now,” they sing
They don’t beckon
Their voices sigh with hushed, muted, soothing light
Tiny angels, puppy breaths dancing on her eyelids
“You know,” they breathe.
Trails of understanding like dreamy, warm mist
“Delve deeper,” they nudge
And she goes…
Deep into the mud away from the bright white.
It is soft and warm
Not heavy, but embracing.
Held
Cocooned
Encased
Protected
Her fingers tingle as the words take hold
Letter after letter flowing up into her fingertips like magic gold pixie dust
They charge, they electrify
They snap through her body.
Angel guides
Carry her.
They teeter, seesaw and whisper above her
Glimmering and shinning as they cover her with dewdrop kisses.
They perch above her chest and use a tiny key to open the cage around her heart
It frees open easily for her and a bouquet of hundreds of pink spring peonies burst out.
She sighs with a flood as this melding of gold and flowers and feather kisses and sea and mud and old wisdom swim around her and in her
Her nose twitches like a sweet little silver fox
The flowers scent filling her lungs
And her ears point to the moon.
All senses edge back
The sea foams glow
The wood nods
And the Energy…
It cascades fresh clean cool river water through her toes, up her spine and out through the crown Dancing out of every hair on her head
The stars blink back and she starts to focus
She stares out to the sky
Wide eyed now
Unstoppable
Renewed
In Harmony with that all that was and all that will be
only
Only a breath
Only a moment in time
Only a speck
A star
A wink
A clatter
A snap
A shrug
Only a spark.
Lay down your discomfort of gratitude
And be.
Be present
Be all of you.
Only dust
Only water
Only dirt, soil, blood
An etch
Blurred lines
Smudged ink
Only a dream
Only an idea.
Only frost, smog, steam
Only a drop of dew
Only a seed.
Only a miracle ensconced in skin
Only a miracle in
Every
Single
Thing
A shiver
A sting
A sigh
Miniscule, ephemeral flashes
Temporary, transient acts
Be them
Feel them
See them
Celebrate them
Lay down your discomfort of gratitude
And be.
Be present
Be all of you
Worship your day
Your existence
Take time
To listen
To laugh
To gaze
To bathe
To relish in these pure existential moments
Your breath in and out
These are the moments
And YOU HAVE arrived.