Monday, July 20

Blessed suns



Its almost as if she's swirling, whirling, dancing in the clouds. Admiring those pastel colors change in mere minutes under the directive of the setting sun. Its astounding really. Each direction is sacred with emotion, these desert clouds show us how to be real. How to be one, complete with your true emotional body. Feelings of love fill her - in the morning she awakens with such bliss she is almost unfamiliar with herself. When, she wonders, have I felt this way before? When have I looked up and shed a tear at the awe of the world she is encompassed in. Magical does not describe the land, serene seems too indifferent. Life is overflowing, yes, life in this blessed dessert, brings her to our Earth Mother in prostration.

Blessed be, so mote it be...

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for sharing Madrone! You are a wonderful writer because you share from your spirit and core. I love you!
    Drift

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