The guardian of the heart

She stands as the guardian

Above the heart

Looking in all directions 

Seeing all 

The opportunities for love

For learning 

There are times though that the heart must rest

She guards then too

Rests alongside 

Wraps around

The heart needs rest

The mind also

That's why she stands guard

To remind gently 

Listen

Listen

The child of the red birds

Two birds

One heart

A child

The mother protects

The father nourishes

Birds have different ways of being

The child learns to fly

Her heart is complete 

Two birds

One heart

A child 

In the heart of the forest.

In the heart of the forest

There lives a guardian

Who watches the heart of the trees

Secret and precious, she loves them

Talks to them

Looks at the roots, sees the flow

Tends to the imbalances 

Touches the trunk

Strengthens the outer, the inner

Stares through the branches and leaves

Sings with the wind

Dances as they sway

All in the heart of the forest

A being of cloud and sea

These beautiful beings 

They don't conform to the rules 

They are born from the sky, the sea

They travel between as a bee to the hive

When they transform into the waters they become one

As One mind

When they ascend to the sky they become singular 

Always moving between between these realms

What messages to they deliver as they evaporate into mist?

Walking inside the clouds.

Walking inside the clouds

Visions of light and shadows 

Movement of light dancing in my hair

Singing in the distance, laughter

Swirling around me

Not solid, just out of sight...

Magical

Ethereal

Beyond sight.

Beyond the surface there are so many things to see.

You can't use your eyes.

You can't use what you think you know.

Only through seeing with your heart, your knowing, and letting go

Will you truly see.

Looking down from the clouds.

Looking down from the heavens.

They watch us.

They cannot change what we do.

So they change themselves hoping we will learn.

They show us things change from one moment to another...

It seems we have forgotten to look up, to stare at the sky.

Always looking down or at our phones.

Our minds fixed improperly - so fixed, inflexible.

Open your mind, stare into the heavens, the clouds.

Expand, be flexible....and let go.

Become like the sky - open.

She dances with dragons.

She dances with dragons.

Not here, but where the dragons live.

Inside dreams, inside the realm of magic.

She knows how to walk through the walls that separate us from them.

They are thinner than you would imagine...

Actually that's the secret...imagination and trust.

She trusts and so she arrives dressed to dance.

When you dance with dragons.

It's all circles and energy.

Her dress curls around her....

Happily spinning inside thier coils she laughs

Laughing in the pure joy of the one who dances with dragons.

The Center

Going within.

Finding the source.

Endless like the Ocean.

Vast like the sky above.

The center will bring you home.

The center is the beginning, the now.

Our heart can rest here.

Floating upon the surface, gently carried and nourished.

Not all angels are sweet.

Not all angels are sweet.

Not all angels are soft and gentle.

Some are made to be warriors.

This angel is all about what needs to get done.

Does he carry a sword?

No, he has truth.

Truth cuts deeper.

Truth can feel sharper than a sword.

Truth can lay waste to an entire empire.

It's a dangerous and precious weapon.

That's why some angels are given different wings,

Different tasks. 

Harder tasks.

Tasks that live outside light and dark.

Some angels live outside light and dark in order to serve other purposes.

It can darken and harden their edges, to protect their fierce mission.

Under the canopy

Laying under the canopy 

You can see the sunlight softly through the leaves overhead

You can see the end of summer 

Enjoying the last warmth of the sun

The last beauty of the leaves before they fall

Cave like and safe inside the canopy

Nature soothes us with her quiet song

The end of summer is upon us

Fall will be here soon and the canopy will fall 

to become the carpet underneath our footsteps

I think I'll stay here and linger a little longer

Enjoying those last moments of sunlight playing inside the leaves

Inside of summer.

The dragon lady and her clouds

The dragon lady and her clouds

Dragons love playing in the sky

They race around the sun 

And when they are tired they dive into the ocean 

Laughter and play in the deep waters

Clouds float up from their play

These clouds are magical

created from dragon breath

If you look closely they tell stories

Wonderful stories 

The dragon lady and her clouds

is the keeper of the stories

She loves the clouds and their stories

Her beautiful clouds.

The Lady of Summer

The Lady of summer is only here

for a short time

When she comes to visit

the time slows down and elongates into the warm horizon

Soft breezes and long days

Her beauty is vibrant

her clothing is that of the fully bloomed flowers

She is fresh, full of life

At the end of summer

she returns back into the summer lands

The land of fearie and of magic 

Upon her exit, the leaves dry up

The breezes cold

Life retreats into itself

Into quiet stillness.

Lost

On the pathway leading home

She turned to look behind,  

all she could see was her past.

The past was like a series of confusing roots

Looking tangled, going in every direction

But connected to something important.

Some say her past was not worthy of remembering

Looking at it she might judge that at times she seemed lost

Lost to people, to things, to her pain, to her pleasures....

All part of her connected to who she was now.

Moving forward she knew to not be afraid

to accept there would be times of feeling lost

That she would lose herself to any number of things both wonderful and unbalancing.

She would know too that she would continue to be found

Over and over again.