(I wrote this eight years ago but forgot about it.)
The memories of the past tumble down the hill like rocks and wash over me…
like so many waves that crash on the shore
only to go out to sea to be mixed in with the foam, the seaweed, the plethora of gorgeous salt life that heals and evolves all life.
The salt tears only last one minute to transmit my signal.
The heat, the pulsing in my muscles, the steady beat of my heart in the workout show that the source of being in my blood, my body, and my breath, given to me by this Perfect Earth will erase, heal, and forever dispel the smaller pieces of Earth that are to only be absorbed into all that is.
Bless the body.
Bless the blood.
Bless the heartbeat.
Bless the plants and trees and flowers and small creatures that give us pure, big, joy.
Goddess protect the children from harm through all Mothers and Fathers that honor you…and dispel The Sleep Walking Takers like so many rocks falling into the sea where they too can be transformed by the waves, the salt, and the seaweed given to all as a good gift.
Bless Mother Earth that has given us every good, perfect thing as we travel this elusive journey of pain and death and wake up to Perfection.
©Lisa Townsend, 12/2/11