Word Carriers

Word Carriers

There are Word Carriers.
They carry the words from when time was new.
They are sacred songs of the Makers.
Passed from heart to heart.
They were not to be written or recorded.
But carried in the Soul.
When worthiness is seen in the Carriers of the Words;
It will come from deep inside, to lift us up past the common.
The Words come from the Earth, and the Cosmos beyond,
To be given as a Gift.
Beautiful Words come to lift the Spirit to the Stars.
Lift up, not to be written, not even to be spoken.
The Word Carriers will tell without speaking.
They will make it known.
You will know by feeling.
Dream On!

SHE has a new heart,
With a double oaken door.
A door that can open and
Close to protect what I let in.
On this door is carved the Spirit,
Of this and other Worlds.
Around HER, there has a Silver Key.
A Key to open the door wide,
To let love in and out.
This is the message SHE sends me...a message to share with you.
"Love wide open, be fierce and generous with yourself.
Fear not the mistakes.
It is better to do this than to never try".

The Path of a Spirit Warrior may not always be easy.
But, they always move ahead.
Moving at the speed of knowing.
Feeling that which is real.
Sharing that which moves the heart of another.
The smallest thing can touch a Soul that once was sleeping, but now can come alive.
Remember...Love ON!

 HAVEN'T POSTED FOR AWHILE. SO HERE GOES....
On this road I travel, let me dance the day.
Dancing the sunlight into twilight.
The dance continues until the dawning.
It is there when evening comes.
In daylight to nightfall, dancing in the shadows,
Through the meadows and woodlands.
Oh, the brightness shining the mystery of the dark.
Upon the road the moonlight shines.
Between the worlds of light and dark I travel, I dance.

I write this to all those I love and who love me.

I sit here in this place, as it become green and blossoms.

Wondering, what I can do, dream, create that which will make me whole.

I so want to be open to the possibilities that are here for us all.

I would hope that you can see your possibility.

There is more good in the world than bad.

Forgive yourself, as I try to forgive myself.

We are all part of Creation and have the potential to create even greater things, joy, love.

Throw that love and forgiveness that you find back out into the world.

There has always been troubled times-even in our times of "peace"; there have been others that have not know such times.

So sing your song, give your love, create a space that your Soul may soar.

Don't let the darkness steal your Joy.

Too many time I feel too deeply, feeling the loneliness of that place it brings me too.

I speak to loudly the words without the clarity of the intention I want to convey.
But, I keep writing and writing in an attempt to convey the truth that I feel can be real, with a hope that, that truth will take form in reality.

We get caught in the throws of beautiful words.
They are only as powerful as the acts they inspire.
They need not only to be written, but acted upon.
They must be written that is true.
But, they also must be read, to inspire to activate the love.
That love to be spread, to heal, to be felt, to change the inspired to act.
The acts that light the way in the darkest of places.

Beautiful words, LOVE UNCONDITIONAL, EMPOWERMENT, CHANGE, HEALING, TRUTH, COMFORT, ACCEPTANCE.

Feel free to add your own words.

Write On!

I had set on the back porch. I watched a hummingbird working the verbena.
I wrote this before I saw where Obama had signed the Monsanto protect act.

The Wind speaks to the trees.

It dances through the Chimes.

The Bees tell the stories.

We Believe in all beings.

We Believe in Jesus, and all the Ancient Prophets and Ancestors.

We Love the imperfections.

We have come to embrace all the mistakes made, because there are no true mistakes only lessons.

The only truth is Love.

In that Truth is a resting place.

The Sage keeps away the negative.

The Cedar brings in the positive.

The Rose holds the Love.

The Flame, the Sun burns away the refuse of Our dark thoughts.

The Smudge smoke carries Our Prayers.

It is Our choices that brings the change.

The World grinds on exceedingly small.