we dance by the fire
endless in love
warming our hands
we send violent prayers
up to our god
we sing for the trees
for the flowers, for the birds
moving like water
graceful and soft, disturbing nothing
our footprints forgetting to leave their mark
we whisper, just for fun
and listen as the earth
belly laughs at our foolishness
we step closer, heavier
louder, wider
smooth is our song
wild our dance
warming our hands by the fire
endless in love
warming our hands
we send violent prayers
up to our god
we sing for the trees
for the flowers, for the birds
moving like water
graceful and soft, disturbing nothing
our footprints forgetting to leave their mark
we whisper, just for fun
and listen as the earth
belly laughs at our foolishness
we step closer, heavier
louder, wider
smooth is our song
wild our dance
warming our hands by the fire
posted by melissa roy | 8:53 AM
1 Comments:
you, your heart so strong and stretched so thin
you've been wandering, wondering..
slightly benificial to the ones around, undeniable understimation,
let it resound,
the truth inside your head distorts
what do you know, what is there to report?
Little do we know, but there's peace inside the trees..
there's bliss inside those leaves, there's peace to be seen.
now crawl down on your knees
and search for the roots
let them grow over you
and let them grow into you
search out your blood and water
for life to flow
search and into the eart, let it grow,
fall into deep sleep, be swallowed by the serpentine arms
allow yourself to love and let love, and grow into truth and knowledge.
what truth are they looking for? they are looking for the source
dig deeper, slower, meeker, hold her!
take care, take caution, take love, and take potions.
whatever grows on the ground, was meant to be eaten, and time and space, and belief, understanding, were meant to be beaten..
you are here to discover whats real, now open those doors, and see what you feel.
you know what is good, or know what you think, now show your true color, embed it in ink
let it be known, you were never less ready, to discover there's love, and life inside your belly, heart, and head, which part seperates, discovered instead.. uncover the storage, the forgotten, the used, whatever gets old, gets better, when bruised,
i've heard that the mold, on an apple or bread, should never go to waste, and can be used if need to be fed.
Leave the leaves on the ground,
let the birds cries resound
do what you can, lend a helping hand, let everyone know, where they might want to go
don't press to hard,
don't work too hard.
just keep happy, and let your love flow.
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