Winds

There is more.
There are the trees and the rivers and the oceans and the skies.
There is the laughter which dawns on the whisper of a beloveds smile, 
the thunder we call upon to know.
There are the memories of something we have not yet forgotten- 
winter hibernations set light to the calling of tomorrows spring.
There is magic not yet told- he whos heart surrenders and has seen 
the farthest reaches, 
the corners and the open fields of his soul.
There are the days you awake and cannot move from your sphere of 
treachory or of fear.
The days when the storm is too violent to bear.
But truly can you stay here, in the comfort of this sheltered 
harbor, when there, just outside, the winds are calling your name?
What voice led you here but the one that quietly said, “live, live 
your dreams”
Where the shadows and the impossible beauty of the light you carry 
take their places side by side,
Where the murmur of a thousand mysteries rattle in your chest.
They lie there, waiting to be born , rapturous, intent, full of all 
the workings of all that has ever been spoken or realized, 
of all that was ever given from the tireless, booming, aching 
breath of love.
What skies have you not yet touched- your gentle hands uplifted to 
greet the rain,
What truth have you not yet spoken, to the one you love, to the 
place within tapping at the roots of your soul?
What voices allowed that you could possibly hold back when the 
thousandfold virtue of the heavens rest solidly within your veins?
What promise comes that you cannot keep, when this earth, her love, 
still beckons you to be your own?
Like you, I am awaiting this grace, as a child awaits the milk of 
her mother- 
mouth agape, fingers grasping, body hungry for the sweet taste of 
the spirit which brought us here.
Awaiting that which has already been born, yet we long for just the same 
And so we live.
To the beat of the waves of the ceaseless sea, 
to the rhythm of the stars colliding, 
to the sighs of a thousand budding lovers, 
the movement of the earth intimately dancing at their feet,
It is time to remember, 
time to take hold, 
time to walk in the fullness of the sun as the call of all the 
worlds take their places inside 
and our spirits take flight upon the winds of this days fortune.
There is more…

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