Camping by the cliffs in Arizona this "message" voiced itself to me. |
Breeze Blowing, Water Flowing Insects Buzzing, Raven Cawing Eagle Soaring, Heron Calling Spider Weaving, Lizard Running Scorpion Hiding, Turtle Sunning As The Silent Sentinals Sit Quietly Watching Over All Looking Upon Us With Love Teaching Us Patience Bits And Pieces Of Them Breaking Off To Share Themselves With Us Sparkling, Shining, Crumbling Grandfather Wind Caressing The Leaves As He Caresses Our Hair Reminding Us Of The Grace Of The Air We Breathe Grandmother Creek Swirls And Spirals In Unending Ebb And Flow Teaching Us Of The Blessing Of The Cycles of Time Sister Tree Sits Smiling Her Shade Upon Us Reminding Us Always Of Shelter And Security And Of Our State Of Grace Her Arms Outstretched And Swaying She Tells Us Of Our Need To Offer Loving Arms To All Beings Without Judgement And To Bend Under Others' Judgements So As Not To Break Father Sun Warms Our Skin Offering Life And Light To All Beings Reminding Us When We Are Forgetful Then And Only Then Can Life Burn Us Moderation In Most Things He Says Reserve Excess Only For Love Bird Song, Wind Song Insect Song, Creek Song The Truest Melodies Of All |