Energies move slow smooth motions. Our rivers flow in rhythm towards the ocean
As steady we remain – How is it so that we can bend to the blowing of
The winds and still be mountain upon which natures children sing?
How is it I can be as deep as the depths of the blue yet at times remain as shallow as
The reflection of the moon upon the lake. Awaken child of the nightmare
Share your worries – share your cares. Welcome in the world outside your window.
Embrace in compassion the bird of the morning show. Let her know your Love.
Let her know the flowing of sorrow within the bounds of knowing.
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