"Just as the wave cannot exist for itself, but is ever a part of the heaving surface of the ocean, so must I never live my life for itself, but always in the experience which is going on around me.” ~~Albert Schweitzer~~
Love
So many believe that it is love that grows, but it is the" knowing" that grows and Love simply expands to contain it. Love is just the skin of knowing.
"Let It Be So"
*** The greatest distance between me and the Universe is in my mind only.
A mere heartbeat, a breath, a thought cannot separate me from what I am . Only erroneous thought can fool me into believing I am far removed from the source of my being.
May the power of my totems guard my mind along the right path, and protect me from negative, false notions. May my esteemed guardians enable me to embrace the gifts of their Wisdom, their clarity of vision, and right understanding for the benefit of others, and for the greater glory of the Ancients.Great Spirit and,for all your children, of which I am one. Let it be so ...Dancingfire
Sisters...All of us...
Women are strong...Women are beautiful
"The Wild Womans Lullaby"
"The Wild Womans Lullaby"
This is a poem that speaks to me. It is by Nancy Wood and I wanted to share it with all of you ...Hope you like it: The Wild Woman's Lullaby,
Wild woman of the mountains, running barefoot through the grass of summer, your raven hair braided with sunlight, and a touch of mischief in your eyes, sing a song of freedom to the dark skies of isolation: "I am a bluebird's wing, the voice of fire rising higher than the cloud point of summer rain. I am the footstep you hear in darkness, leading you out of the night. I am forgiveness and creation's daughter." Wild woman of the mountains, swimming upriver against the current, your body covered with leaves, the blood of otters flowing in your strong arms, sing a lullaby to children yet unborn: "I am mother to the whole earth, daughter to the falling sky, sister to dreams of rising beyond life's ordinary claims. I am you inside of me. I ask: 'Oh, children of the coming generation, how will you live? Oh, children of war and famine, what will you do for laughter?'" Only those who hear the voice of the mountain can sing the wild woman's lullaby. Only those who run barefoot through grass, and swim upriver, can know the message in her heart. Poem by: Nancy Wood
1 comment:
The message remains the same...Brings tears to my eyes.
Post a Comment