Others show grief through expressions of deep sorrow.
Some believe the dead will rise again.
Some keep their ancestors around.
Some fear the dead.
In our country we are to be excited, prepared, waiting to become part of our god again.
We will be the wolf snarling after the freezing hare.
We will be the buffalo standing as a collective whole.
We will be the great grey hawk reaching down to grasp the life out of the river as our wings stretch up to keep us the lofty creatures.
We will be the dust as it gathers in the desert while a great storm whips up the earth and the air to be one.
I ache to be there to be a part of our land again.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Fire...
fly...
Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me.
Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me.
Leave the men where they lay
They'll never see another day
Lost my soul, lost my dream
You can't take the sky from me.
I feel the black reaching out
I hear its song without a doubt
I still hear and I still see
That you can't take the sky from me.
Lost my love, lost my land
Lost the last place I could stand
There's no place I can be
Since I've found Serenity
And you can't take the sky from me.
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me.
Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain't comin' back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me.
Leave the men where they lay
They'll never see another day
Lost my soul, lost my dream
You can't take the sky from me.
I feel the black reaching out
I hear its song without a doubt
I still hear and I still see
That you can't take the sky from me.
Lost my love, lost my land
Lost the last place I could stand
There's no place I can be
Since I've found Serenity
And you can't take the sky from me.
Rain: The SKY
Monday, April 9, 2012
Love
Folding, bending, breathing into that asana. Pause.
All is pranyama breath. Acceptance.
The softness of fingers grazing the spine as a lover traces his heart for you.
Or perhaps it is her heart.
The husk of a sweet voice singing your favorite song.
Soothe and relax.
Holding hands over the sweet damp grass after rain.
The sun brings a blanket of fog and warmth.
The red stain of a berry on your lips.
Kissing after.
Meditation with toes touching sand.
The waves of the beach teach Patience. Love is Patience.
Crisp crackle of paper as your hands find the pages.
Feeling the familiar wrinkle of your favorite book.
Wine mulling happiness in your mouth.
Warmth and companionship to share by glass with friends.
Open heart and spirituality.
God is love.
Soft knits and inner heat.
Stretching, dancing, being.
The pull of Serenity.
God grant me the wisdom...
Autumn: Fire
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Oay!
Okay so I have an idea. We are winged creatures yes, but we can still cocoon and reemerge with something new at our backs to hold us aloft. I say wings not of glass anymore, but wings of words? or maybe wings of silver and iron? Who cares. The point is that I have an idea.
I will post and then end with a word and you will post based on that word. How does that sound love?
Love?
I will post and then end with a word and you will post based on that word. How does that sound love?
Love?
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Raina's first post of 2012: And it's almost April.
Autumn, my love. We're crazy. We are never on here anymore, but I can't bring myself to stop. So let's start again. You pick something. Let's run with it.