Tags
allowing, becoming, blessings, connection, conscious consciousness, death, destiny, dreams, faith, grace, knowledge, life, love, nature, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, relationship, spirit, spirituality, truth, understanding, wandering, wide open
listen
do you hear
the memory of wind
a trust of almost everything
we know
echoes of any ancient crest
winging o’er the pines
remembrance of a valley
far below
silence
do you feel me
whispers of your heart
a moment of submission
rattles still
as melody
of mountain streams
rivers nearly dry –
now are come
our letting to reveal
story
might we gather
around the sacred page –
to speak aloud
of times
we wandered through
breathless as beginning
leaves of winters past
fragile break –
as grace we fell into
listen
do you hear
the memory of wind
. . .
tornadoday 