Dancing with Trees The late summer heat shimmers on my leaves, my sap pulsing and throbbing in my limbs, Beckoning to you in the breeze, come dance with me. Set aside your trembling, look deep in your heart. I have been waiting Standing strong for you Feel my sacred life in your bones. Come dance.
Trees Dancing with Me Until I found your buried rootsI had forgottenthis dance of lifecoursing in my blood like sap.Your strengthstands tallwinter after winter,hardened to the cold.Yet at your core,you dancewith an undying firesustained by rootsreaching down to our ancestors.This dance,holding strong your heart,my heart.It is enough.
The Edge of the Moon The endless music calls from the dark green depths Softening the edges and absorbing the burning brightness from the day. The incessant voice of the wind tickling, nudging, pulling, generating the desire to dive in the ancient waves to dance in the light of the moon that gives me her …
Dragon fire licking the edges of the night, igniting in me Ancient Wisdom. Illuminating radiance prancing between trees, stars and my heart. Sacred matter and sacred spirit forged by the light of the moon.