i saw you today
in a dream, and you were not in sheep’s clothing
but it was not as it seems
for i was awake
at the time.
i saw you today
in a dream, and you were not in sheep’s clothing
but it was not as it seems
for i was awake
at the time.
We don’t have to seek the answers outside –
Somedays, it plays to go within.
Like a Whirling Dervish –
Presto!
you just might find your own sacred tale.
I stood beside the tree,
feeling small.
The bird in the bush
told me i was a giant,
and the crow in the sky, laughed.
chop wood,
carry water –
wash clothes.
folded habits sit in a stack.
heads find pillows.
day folds into night.
be blessed.
blessed be.
i stand
pretending to grow
my roots into the ground,
looking for my center.
i open my eyes..
and there You are,
showing me the way.
A storms blows
and trees fall,
so does the the night.
The sound of saws lets me know the power will soon be back.
With the morning light,
the bird on the branch sings,
reminding me
the Power never left.