Our sacred stories tell us the truths we believe about ourselves, the ones that feel like freedom and lightness of heart. They are the ones we miss when we have lost touch with them.
The matter we are made of is as old as the universe, our lives a part of the dragon of change, like waves in the waters of an ancient sea, rolling forward with a momentum not our own.
A poem inspired by the wisdom of water.
Inspiration flows in us like deep waters, like secret springs. Its waters flow freely, even when it takes effort to draw them, and they are always shaping us inwardly until we do…
The world stirs at the touch of dawn’s earliest light, filtering in sideways through morning mists, and the first breeze comes like a pleasant, waking sigh. So breath and movement awaken as dawn’s veil grows thin, and all life begins a new song.
Tension is the nature of diversity, and diversity is beautiful, whether it resonates of harmony or dissonance…but harmony is only possible after there has been a parting, and dissonance, the agony of desire, only intensifies as resolve nears, yearns until unison is found. Songs are born of them.