“My Masters and Heaven
are found in the seeds, the open sky, touch of breeze upon my cheek”
My world moves me…the holy ground is revealed to me as I
step into the morning air. The oceans breath filling my being. The bursting of
waves on shore moves my heart to ecstasy. This all is sacred to me. A pine
outside my door sings sermons to my being, mountains still to listen as the
hawk sits quietly to sway in her song. I want to curl into the bushes round me,
taste the air…
Sunrise and sunset colour my sight, each bringing a promise,
the Mother turns. My feet firmly planted, goose bumps, I raise my hands in the
heavens and slowly whirl in supplication to my God that is all around me. I
worship her, I dine on her, trees in my breath, plant nourishing. I am not
apart from this all. I Am so Full… I Am One, what other bliss need I know? The answer to that would surely make me fall to the ground...
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