The Blood of the Ocean Sings

In a place “out of time” I remember I am with a white horse, dancing in the lavender air of a sunlit meadow.

With every gesture my essence blends with the wind, and as it sails, I feel it breathe back into the very center of me.

Although alone on the outside, I don’t feel alone. I am called into my own belonging.

The hidden aliveness of nature responds to my simple movement.

It’s a wonder why or how, but I’m inspired to answer the golden mist pouring sweetly over the horizon.

My back rounds and expands with a mysterious sensation. Freedom holds me in our dance.

The only music I can hear is the blood of the ocean singing:

I am a song of the air

I am a song of the sea I am a song of the land

The creator created in me I am a song of the air

I am a song of the sea

I am a song of the land

The creator is created in me