The spring gives rise within me to this creative motion, pulling towards new accomplishments. There is only one obstacle and that’s the lack of direction. Have you ever had a moment when you suddenly realize everything you thought you ever knew is obsolete? You can look at the world with eyes like new and suddenly you are limitless. In one breath all things are possible. This breath, this moment is like the morning giving birth to the sun, yet the sun is not quite sure how bright it may really shine.
We are children of the wind and the earth; with determination all things are possible. In between that place of endless possibilities and action a sense of peace is wrapped in lace and bows, motionless and waiting to be tapped into. Knowingness sets in and all is right with the universe every motion is exactly, perfectly, in tune. Today sitting on the rocks unmoved by the beauty of the rainbows or the waterfall I felt lost, with no direction. I have collided into a world with no limits, yet am not quite sure where to take that leap or if I can accept that my wings will work and be strong in flight. Questioning in that breath on the rocks I became settled.
I am the realization that I am awake. Looking up into the warm sky unmoved by clouds, the trees were giving flower petals to the wind; petals which embrace not fear the rush of the air and take flight with unwavering joy. In the sight of the fearless petals I realize again that drinking the spring air gives me motion to do whatever the right action is in front of me. Revisit your conceptions, take a look around you and discover the right action for you. Find out where and who you are supposed to be and when you do become settled, be the pebble that has been dropped into the lake, floating gentle to the bottom, reaching that place of total rest.
Become the air you breathe
Wonder through and in
Light of the forest
Peace is the current
Swiftly rising within
This life and the next there is true
I wonder if I am the smell of fire
In my hair
Rosemary kisses align in the solstice of time
We who are children of air and light
Touch lifts the spirit
Which floats in and on the wings of a butterfly