Calling to the Mockingbird...
my heart plea
carried to his ears
upon the flow
his response was to sing
our song.....
Joy
complete
residing on gentle breath
unconditional love
lifting my heart
to center
I AM home!
Sky
5/3/07
There has never been a time when I commanded Nature to serve me. I always ask for the boon to be granted. The humility of being a part of such an enormous being checks my yearnings, quieting the inner brat so that the butterfly within may emerge from the chrysalis.
To command is to wield power-over. To seek the presence of something from Nature, one needs only ask the benevolent force to grace oneself, evoking the beauty from inside.
Blissful Blessings,Sky
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