"Thank you for this beauty and wisdom
I am dreaming of fresh earth and sky and trickling pure water laying in the grass and sing8ng my sing xoxoxo"
Nature inspired arts, music, poetry, dance & song
ೋ...Woodland Whispers...ೋ
ೋ...Woodland Whispers...ೋ
How wondrous the subtle rays of the sun upon my skin feels.
Like tiny minuscule strands of energy cascading &
beading up, submerging into my every pore.
As a flowing wave of air caresses ever so gently through my long hair pushed into my hooded robe...
Sweeping it back and forth across my spine.
Tickling yet electrifying every inch of my skin into goosebumps,which race through by body...
Soft echoes fill my ears .
Like a soft lullaby now it mesmermises my inner core.
Strumming fingertips that penetrate my mind into a euphoric state of serenity in twilight zones...
Weightless I feel,
Consumed by the all rushing emotions that flow within my veins.
Through my eyes I see past the beautiful palettes before me.
Beyond the depths of the sky.
To a place of pure enchantment.
Vast mountaintops jetting up out of the cadmium covered earths ground.
Nestled within a glorious temple of stone pillars.
Marbled pillars of rock and walls brandishing chiseled symbols of mystic languages flash before me...
Carved by weary ancient hands...
I'm telling a story of long ago now...
Visions of lush landscaping encompassing a lake of blue glass.
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Flowing in small ripples pooling into waterfalls through rocky crevices that span out like fingers spreading down the slate like walls.
Ever flowing and whispering a soft ballad so beautiful I kneel to take this liquid of harmonic music within my hands.
Watching the droplets reflect rainbow hues as they levitate across my palms...
Slowly merging into each other before vaporising before my eyes.
Clutching my linen robe that enshroud my silhouette.
I turn to walk along a flowing nature path
stopping to weave a headdress of vines and leaves that I place upon my head.
As triple moons arise past the horizon above my head I think
how breathtaking the sky looks.
As though a painter had stroked his brush through a palette of magenta,
heliotrope,amber..
Skillfully stroke for stroke tracing out each ribbon of colour effortlessly.
Lost within this realm I slowly shift upon my bare feet.
Gracefully undulating my body in a rhythmic dance as the gold sash binding my feathered black robe falls loose.
Revealing my naked flesh as I release the light of my soul afloat
to drift un-contained upon the universes earthly breaths.
Following the steady beats of a heart that guides me to the one that takes my souls transluscent essence into herself.
As I transform becoming one with her blood, body, mind, heart & soul....
shape-shifting as one we become a vessel of pure love..
sowing the seeds of utopias birth upon my Raven wings of ebony
thus now I bow to thee..
Raven Leads My Way Again..
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Multi Dimensional Reality
The world as you know it - all that you see, taste, feel and touch, comprises only about 5% of all of the stuff of the universe. The other 95% is what we have considered "nothing" or the "firmament" or dark matter or the heavens or mystic Other Worlds. This 95% is multi-dimensional and consists of potential realities that may be perceived.
A single thought...a mere whisper, ...... barely upon a breeze that catches a spark... all is tinder before the firestorm... and yet.
ONLY that whisper
ONLY that thought
the world is forever changed beyond the fears and dreams of cardboard men.
Freedom and change starts within:
It is encouraged by truth and courage of people who love
Built by the respect of true beings standing as one before each other.
Lets us cross every man made borders
without fear stare into eyes and hearts of all our brothers and sisters: within our words without shouting,or force to hold each to our truths; and let us without fear freely share what works...
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