When the mother calls she howls... winds blow ~whispering~ while the stars align and the plants revolve around the force that reveals itself is unknown. Jah reveals a power more forceful than what we could ever know. When you hear the conch shell blow~Let go~ Feel into the pull, the weight of gravity defying itself. Heavy upon our heart we must go. Let the trade winds carry us ~Float on~long we are gone. My dear sweet child, there is nothing more glorious than freeing ourselves into the wild. To bare ourselves naked, we are free A new beginning with each breath, we create how the next moment will unfold. Settle into the path which is our own. May all BE~ings be wildly creative & gloriously free
Posted on: Thu, 12 Sep 2013 20:21:15 +0000