Wednesday 11 December 2013

This I my heart It is unlike any other It beats and quivers with Feathers from ravens




I am a blessed being that some know me well enough to hand me shiny things that rainbow in the sun, that witness a ravens feather dropping at my feet and the shiver of delight that I have at this gift. I am blessed that I have been seen wondering at the gold of single strand of grass as the sun catches it. That see my tears at creatures that are hurt, and love in the same heart. That listen to the waves roar and wonder at the crashing in the same manner…

This I my heart
It is unlike any other
It beats and quivers with
Feathers from ravens, owls
It shimmers with fur
From loved creatures
Manes of horses, regal cats,
And leaves shiver around her
As she pumps with oceans thud
Mud and rain fly off her as she
Keeps me moving
And looking closely
You will see a roaring fire deep inside
And the words
I AM THAT
Sounding, sounding each breath I take