Creating An Ocean

Creating an ocean around me - surrounding myself in water.  Oh waters how I long for thee.  Hold me, heal me, love me, and shelter me for I find my strength in the raging waters of a glorious storm.  Oh glorious storm you have been so calm but we both know the true secret and that there is such sweet divine silence and peacefulness right in the middle of the storm.  I love the movement of waters as the motions carry me so.  This world, this place where nothing is real is now my ocean as I plunge into the darkness of the deepest waters blue.  I feel the water around me as it carries me so.  This current is fast, strong, and yet it carries me so gently as it caresses me so.  I'm in place of of healing, in the middle of the ocean, between the darkness and lightness, right by the stillness and the pulse of my heart beating so.  I wonder and I wonder. As I feel spirit healing and the strength building in my soul.  Water carry me, water take me away, water how soothing you are as you toss ans turn me and yet there is a purpose and a pattern within each and every turn. 

Two Steps Forward

Two steps forward and finally only step back.  What a lovely dance as I get all my energy back.  I called to parts of me long ago in the middle of this valley where the trees sway with pink flowers and grasses are purple.  How long ago this seems.. many moons and many stars have passed through above in the sky and all of a sudden I finally understand.  Parts of me lost and parts of me stolen are finding their way back to me.  My spirit and soul is becoming whole again with a strength from inside that charms my heart so.  I need to be, so once again I do a roll call... all of me, parts of me, find your way back to me, for I long to be whole.  I will and I am because I am and I will and so shall it be. 

This Place Will Soon

This place will soon be a reality.  For it is time.  The  time has passed and much has happened and some has stayed the same.  I see the tree with the blue lights dancing in the wind and my eyes are not even closed.  I see the table under the tree with it shapes and colors that are round and soft; they seem to twirl with the wind.  They could have been a part of it.  But it will only be a part of me.  This little world will be hidden in the midst of reality.  I finally realize the security that I seek does not come from being hidden but from being seen and being heard.  There will be those which will try to silent me and there will be those that will lift me on their shoulders so my words will carry farther.  What a lovely place, this place that is not hidden and we both know it never really was.  But yet it is a place where nothing is real.  How very lovely for me if in reality it is a place that is quite real.  It was always there and will always be.  That is the true secret and the true reality in this place where nothing is real. How very lovely and sweet, especially for me.