Thursday, April 16, 2015

Waking

There is something to waking up slowly
into the sunshine
like a garden bound bumble bee
at first
too cold and stiff to stir.

It is a soulful rise
a fire rekindled
a reunion with our ancient source
massaging deep within the cells and tissues
soaking into our very souls
pleasing the ancestral memory through light
through heat
through energy that has always been
that warmed a billion bees to life
and grew untold cells of green glory.

Stepping into the light
saluting the new day
we are gifted with the power,
and so we are the power.




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