My only wish was to be an ecstatic wanderer. Rather than chairs and tables, I preferred the ground, trees, and caves, for in those places I felt I could lean against the cheek of God - Clarissa Pinkola Estés (Women who run with the wolves)

donderdag 2 juni 2011

Gratitude.

Life draws 
magical contours
Let your creative energy
dance the colours
inside and outside
those shapes


It's only a dream
But an important one
It carries all the messages for us


The heat of the sun
wakes you in the morning
with the fresh light
and rocks you asleep
at night,
curling in your body 
in the form of a sweet memory
and a promise 
for the coming dawn


Oh all of Universe
Grateful I am
To rest my head 
on your chest
To treasure myself 
inside your woomb
To bathe in your waves
and sleep in your caves


      *

Pleasantly the breeze
shuffles over the sea
gently touches
the branches of the palmtree
softly mingles
with the energy
that circles
between you and me
between the flower and the bee
 
Goodmorning 
Beauty of Life
beloved queen of sunset
your kisses of morning dew
make everything new
I rise by your side
and cease your light
You fill me up
with Love and Truth
I hear the trumpet
I hear the flute
Early wisdom
sweet caress
herbs and flowers
tenderness


Some day your Love 
comes to me in the form
of a woman
dancing your rythm
Another day it is reveiled in a warm rock
as my bed
Under the night sky
I rest my head
Grateful I am
for the Love that U spread

Wherever I go 

I see your face
In millions of expressions
everyday

The blue medicinal water
of the sea
the fluffy clouds that
come and flee
I fly I cry
I fall on my knees
I sing with the birds
and climb up the trees


You are the Love of my life
the essence of All
I give little praises
and dedicate my actions
to you
You see me through
You see me through

Delightfully
I let me
be carried 
by your light
Vulnerable and free







-- 1 juni, Salobreña 

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