Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Spring Birthing

Amber and Celtic shields, put on without even conscious thought.

The wings stay, forever.
This time there was no pain with death, just transition.
The Raven Lady with me always.

A blue bird alighted in the wet spring morning.
Things fall into place
Water rushing down from the mountains.
The Fair ones sing.

Everything is moving at its natural pace.
I am at peace.
The thundering has quieted.
The Now is still.

There are no wrong answers?
That burden left behind,
I am human, these bonds chosen
The future is bright.

2 comments:

  1. After the climb, when breathing slows and the strain of the effort subsides, we can find the bliss of the moment. The struggle will resume but -- presently. Enjoy your perch on the heights, dear bird.

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  2. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYwuYisRmfI&feature=related

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