Change sparks ~ Transitions flow.
Change feels like a spark. A door opens, a door shuts. Transitions flow. They blow in, roll in and guide us along a journey. They’re dynamic, even in the still points.
This poem is a prayer for the winds to come. It was on the heels of maybe a little too much “news”; over consumption of energies. My heart was open and it flowed through my finger tips.
A Poem: May The Winds by Cathy Saunders
May the winds of change ignite a flow of our hearts
Clean our minds of separation
Awaken our souls to show up
May the winds of the past touch our tissue, and
Digest to the dance of the inner alchemy of becoming
May the winds stir our dormant beauty
Inspire it to flow without abandon
May the winds find shelter in the harbour of our bodies
May we not withdraw from the touch of whispers of delight
May they mature our views and ignite our idealism
May the winds no longer be trapped in illusionary boxes and labels of despair
May they lift our wings of love to fly into our conversations, our service, our life
May they shepherd the way beyond our minds
Lift our spirits
Attract our tribe
Light our passions
May the winds visit us today, in our willingness to grow and nourish this precious moment.