Gifts given.

Gifts given,

Blessings planned.

Loss,

Movement forward,

Gifts change their form.

Who is to know what the universe intends

When things happen.

Being unattached to outcome

Is difficult.

Maybe we need to approach these things,

With delicacy, with silent approach.

Loving all the joy and the sweet sadness that life offers.

And later when we can look back,

With love and appreciation.

With new eyes.

Grateful for gifts given.

Fire and wind.

A flame can become more if the wind is willing.

The wind can wrap and coil drawing the fire higher.

If the wind is not gentle, if the wind is fierce the fire can become untamable.

So when the fire and the wind meet they must treat each other with gentleness.

The wind must support and be stable.

The fire itself depends on the breath, but it must not be greedy and consume all.

It is a delicate dance between the wind and fire.

Tensions built from need, from natures way.

What if I wanted to dance in between these forces?

What way would I have to lean? 

Maybe in the spirals I'll move, twirling and laughing,

Warm inside the the play of the wind and fire.

Firebird

The angel of unknown origin

She arrived just yesterday.

Looking at me with the full awareness of the Heavens.

Where did she come from?

I could not fathom her purpose in visiting me here.

I'm here to remind you.

I'm here to show you something you have long forgotten.

The purity of love, of innocence, of beauty.

This world can make you forget when those around you are unable to see.

I know you can see the edges and feel the texture of it.

I can feel your panic and discomfort.

Return to the original source, become quiet, sit, breathe.

And then I realized I contained the peace I sought.

Returning back to the time before I came this time.

To the moments before my first breath.

Love and connection in its purest form.

Then I remembered who she was.........