God in Motion
I love to dance in the rain and sing in the moonlight. | I have neither a graceful step | nor a melodious voice | but then again | life is messy.
I love to dance in the rain and sing in the moonlight. | I have neither a graceful step | nor a melodious voice | but then again | life is messy.
To fly with angels | or touch the face of God | is only a blink away | Close your eyes | and embrace the infinite
Goddess shudders | as the sweat runs down her brow | pains flutter as every nerve and sinew | strains to give birth to new self | into a world knowing only the old.
I have seen the colors on your neck in glistening sapphires | and emeralds share the light on your tail.
Little child, trapped so within a woman's body, | What is happening to me, she cried? | Red blood runs from me in a river strong, so strong, | I am afraid. | What is this force of life ?
It's ok to be human | messy and imperfect | flawed with confusion | and a thousand thoughts | that I feel surely I must purge | from my mind.
I could love you for a lifetime | in only a moment. | I could love you forever | even if forever was only now.
How could I ever ever feel alone | when I can look at the stars | and remember my home?
Join me in the dance of life | or step aside | leave me to blow like the wind | power with purpose | fly with me, but | do not attempt | to come for a ride
You were the first raven in my life you know. | As a child I stared at your jet black hair | and slightly pronounced nose | watching you like I watched the | mysterious birds that squawked.
Women brave and peaceful | captured, raped, and beaten | by a cruel world who had forgotten | spirit's call.
Red rivers flow. | We celebrate life. | We know | the secrets
Love | Remember the word | once felt so easily. . .
Future stands before me like an open road | No worry that I can't see far ahead | I know each stone beneath my feet | and recognize with gratitude | each single step I tread.
A dark passage | where few dare tread | And even those of us | volunteered | proceed with fear and doubt and dread.
Future awaits with open arms | ready to swallow us up | in her loving embrace.
Yesterday, or was it a thousand years ago | I had my chest cut open wide | and heart withdrawn to show | the violent throbbing masses.
Witness the power of your own recreation | in the softness of a slow-beating heart | hold out the hands that channel creation | remember you play a part
In the heart, there is no other space | than unconditional love | Pouring in and reaching out | to all from up above.