Walking out among the trees,
I am reminded of the beauty of life,
comforted by how I know it can be,
that sooner or later things will change.
Another day dawns with the sunrise,
some creatures start stirring,
and some try to sleep,
all creation understanding its’ role,
all part of the divine plan,
guided by an unseen hand.
Cosmic consciousness, energy
one and the same,
intertwined in our minds like fruit on the vine,
every move that you make,
end every thought that you have,
sends a ripple through the field.
a ripple felt by every living being.
Do what you must,
and do what you can,
to send the best,
to all the land.

Whispers of the Wind
The wind speakswhen it touches my skin,I hear the voices of the ancestors,whispering through the trees,ancient secrets, ancient wisdom,ancient truths