Your Hands

So much tenderness
you have prepared by your precious hands.
The devotion and toil
of your life.

Do not sit before the kingdom you have made and weep.
Rather place those perfect hands
upon the belly of this earth
and give forth absolution-
the sorrows and the joys,
Dare to make them all the same.
Feel the soil beneath you
and here her thank yous
for all you have made.

No need to linger
as heavens doors beckon you enter.
And pause not as you take flight
Into the promise of the future.

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Watcher

For what then does a peaceful soul seek?
Remembrance…
Of soft gentle moments
of what is sacred and sweet,
sensual and delightful.
Only to settle into the knowing
it’s there all the time.
That from this space,
Only Love.
That From this setting,
the altar of the mind,
only stillness and movement.
Kept by a watcher
adept at his skill.
Of forgiving and refining preferences
and the magic of the future.

Heavenly

Whispers that say,
“We’re part of something bigger
Than we ever could have dreamed.”

Sleeping giants…awaken.

Wake up to the wisdom
Wake up to the ways
Wake up to blessings that fill each day.

Step into presence
Forget the evidence
And all we’ve been told is possible
Unveil unravel the greatest potential
Residing in you
Every petal, permission to bloom .

Cielo Cielo
Heavenly heavenly
A moment to pause
Look listen feel
Brothers, sisters it is time to heal.
To know responsibility
Ayni.

Cielo Cielo
Heavenly heavenly
This skin that is shed.
Go back to that moment where you chose to live.
Everything I am, I give.
It is the essence that is spoken
The song that is sung
The friendship between the heart and the drum.
Rhythmic. The soulful breath that keeps us dreaming.

Thank you for the peace
The forgiveness.
Thank you for the worth.
Thank for the opportunity to start anew.
Thank you for teaching me to let life in,
Thank you for loving so much.
Thank you for the air I breathe.
Cielo Cielo
Heavenly heavenly.

These Moments

These moments
They speak of freedom
These melodies
Pluck strings of fantasy
Old and new
I could count the stars and pull them up around the moon for you
Spiral into a milky soup.
And laughter rolls off my tongue into songs of windy whispers
And my footsteps
Are lit by lanterns
Swinging by my side.

Today

breathwork 33Today..
I inspire, and exhale
The Knowing 
of Peace. 
The Knowing 
that We are free.
The Vision
of awakening.
 The Forgiveness
of mistakes and all that has not yet been made,
and all that has been made. 
The Gratitude 
which fuels the fire of abundance, progress and momentum. 

Today 
I am Complete.