Updated: Sep 25
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