We opened our computer,
a phrase in our head.
Ready to type
We
blanked as the screen grew bright.
we've never known the sweet tender kiss
Of real therapy.
.
The kind that doesn't back down
or give up.
The kind that centers in love
feeling its way up the energy centers
until it shoots us up past the moon
to the very brightest star
who waits
hand outstretched
to carry us home.
.
It's been ages since we've felt
powerful.
The kind of power that is
soft and energetically gay.
.
It's been eons since we've known peace.
Safety wrapped in protective knowledge.
We praise our ancestors for walking their well worn souls
to the beating rhythm of their hearts.
.
May the fathers embrace their children in protective freedom.
May the Mothers teach with compassion, breathe, and wisdom.
May the children find passion for the future.
That we may all flow with the elements to carve out our own patch of heaven.
.
May you thrive in your efforts to serve,
-À
Create. Grow. Change. Liberty.
No comments:
Post a Comment