"It doesn't interest me what planets are
squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own
sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled
and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it."~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Writer/Mystic
I was flying Across the deep And I saw the delicacy Of life Wrinkles on the faces Of the old So pure they glistened Like awards The joy of children Running with abandon Their laughter ringing Like chimes in the wind I saw the soft moving waves Across the sea And the trees releasing Their rainbow leaves Birds joined me on my flight And I saw the surface of their wings Adorned with patterns Glorious and unfurled I saw the tears of the sad And the smiles of the glad The suffering in mourning And the celebration of birth As I descended toward the ground Slowly, slowly, softly I saw the gentle grass of the field And smelled the fresh earth It was a perfect landing © 2018 Timothy Moody
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