Oh, Mother Earth, At the end of the day, and the beginning of each one, All I want is to be closer to you . And, even in the moments in between, when I sometimes feel swept into the fullness that life brings, I often long for this moment, in the evening, when I can come outside, and return home into your embrace. I love this ritual, this evening ritual, of connecting with you. The air is warm tonight, there is the sweetest little sliver of a new moon, decorating the sky, and keeping me company. I lay down and press my Heart to yours, my cheek against your cheek, and I feel a pulse, pulsating, Regenerating me from within, this healing energy that is your perfection. I want for nothing more in this moment, it coaxes a deep exhale. Crickets sing an evening song, surrounding me. Their natural hymn could easily be my lullaby, if it weren’t for the constant movement woven through the air. Cars humming, planes flying, trains moving through their passing bellow. I hear these sounds contrasting and feel so much of Humanity, carrying on, still in its own will. Your gentle wisdom guides us into rest and yet we are still moving in some way, Internally or externally. Oh, we rise, we fall, we rise, we fall, and as a Mother does, you continue to support, Spinning us round, lifting us into our collective awakening. Giving still, all of your Beauty. Blossoming, blossoming, blessing us still, even in the face of so much adversity. There is proof that your resilience prevails : The birds, the bees, the flowers, the trees, the way that Spring springs forth now with a radiance that is your essence. You give us everything and so much more. Could we finally be lifted up to walk an enlightened path, please? I love you. I want to take care of you. All ways. Always. In gratitude. Amen. By Cleo Voreades
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 19:00:23 +0000
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