bahian music plays softly as the cold gray darkens near four p.m. in central upstate n.y. practicing on an old upright piano facing a stream, shared with five cats racoons deer, chickadees and sparrows apple orchard across the street catches the departing light then the land grows blanketed with a quick heavy snow soon in the darkest night sky... a million stars lighting our way to freedom
thunder and lightening act to wake up-- restore a passive universe living for self only... opening eyes to the needs of other groping souls... who want exactly what any one wants-- to be heard and cherished-- exactly how they are-- nothing fancy-- just peaceful paradigms unfolding, like ancient texts, understood... a universal language- a love for all people revealing restoration-- at every step on bluestone path-- in the aftermath of storm's unconscious bullying... trees dance as grandparent messages... so soft and kind-- reminding us of no differences internally; we fight because we think we might win another round of, "I know better"-- there's a sweeter way of learning about one another, than bullying-- just because your voice is louder, heartless in heart you once knew-- but you grew a thick protective veneer over all four compartments-- to keep you safe from arrows hurled... also keeping you from feeling....
Lovely
ReplyDeleteso true, the Spirit is willing
Natures blessings in abundance
Thank you, Paula.
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