Letters to you, my dear. #5
Journey to the Creekside, where the waters run free.
The soothing resonance of the shallow rock stream, allow my mind and body to be.
Not a one but my own projection, No one to entertain but me.
Singing aloud songs of love, Singing out joyfully.
Singing out to our trees, the melodies that harmonize me.
Go off trail, step away from the crowd.
Drifting away from the people.
To inner stand what is alive in us,
to immerse ourselves in what is real…
The wind breathes change through the forest. Vibrational language that glorifies the hearts expansion. Every step forward grants me moments of presence. Balancing, restoring, nurturing my ability to drive harmony, peace, and beauty into transformational creation. You will meet me on the path less traveled by, my dear.