The sky is a feathered light blue, tranquil and hopeful. Her clouds smile down at me, putting my world at ease. Her story animates and plays the heavens with broad brushstrokes of soft feminitity. At times, her childlike dance flow upon the blowing winds, tickling all those who feel her breezes.
During the moon's warrior cycles, her being swells, clouding the world over, clutching all of us to her bosom. Her constant changing face and moods, forever keeps me in tune in her wonderment. All those who occupy her space, know of her beauty and sing the song of the ancients.
Like fireworks, they swarm in all directions. Bringing subliminal messages to those who see the hidden, simply by being. They are the sky's voice. An embodiment of meaning in dress and markings. Feathered expression in flight. Their designation zenith. An infinate realm of no limitation. They speak without tongues and written language, yet communicate far better than human form. Existing in the sky's infinate touch, they hold her gaze in their winged enchantment, fluttering their love into her life streams.
The heavens and earth meet through spirits large and proud, grouded beings rooted into an eternal womb of love. Swaying their essence into moving beauty, they translate an old language, through their form. In your delight, lies wisdom of the first, awaiting to be rediscovered. Swings and hammocks that yet remain unhanged on your branches.
Reconnecting conscious life with Nature and Spirit.
The tiger is my life animal, and represents certain powers associated with the invisible realm that we can all learn to manifest within the visible.
We piece together, fragments of a star in our love. Twin stars, Earth and Sun.
Earth, a forever creating womb, is given light by the Sun. What a beautiful partnership.
