August 14 2018
The speed of trust
The time of change
The moments of bliss
The monumental triumphs of reaching the sublime
The divine leaps into the unknown
The surrendered falling into graces flow
The blips of patterns waiting to be seen
So they can be stepped out of and into synchronicity’s melodies
All the types of telling the time
Be they a cluster of crystals
Or a watch clicking in perfect rhythmic divide
How many ways can I tell the hour?
The mysterious way to track all the threads leading to this present
The power of acknowledging how much has come to creating this moment
How many hands have worked tirelessly
How many steps have been taken
How many threads woven
How many fires kept
How many meals made
How many floors swept
How many tally’s numbered
How many clocks ticked
How many hours spent
How many hearts beat
To the hum of the one drum
To unite under loves sum
Which is this very second in which
Everything passes
In which
Everything blossoms
In which ever unfolds into
This
Timeless ageless presence
Made of
Every other moment
Composed
With miraculous perfection
An alchemists dream,
A gorgeously Laid symphony
Just to tune into it’s
Reverent beauty
It’s breathtakingly peculiar to see
Just how simple life can be
Have gratitude for all that your heart can see
Sweep the cobwebs and cast new threads,
Tred on the inner webs
To distances only dreamed up in bed
With the spells of your words and the power of your thoughts
Cast the fantasy you never watched
Tingle your wildest imagination silly
Empty it’s canister
Feel your way into the greatest rendition you could master
For although you do not turn the wheels nor spin the spirals
You have a right to create the way to what your souls been after
A happily ever after
A love without pain
A body that fuels its fire and waters its source
A union within and without
A knowing in the unknown
And wondering where all the time goes
For when I’m amidst the dance of my dreams
I forget to tell time or do the dishes and such things
For life grabs me with everything I’ve got,
Invites me to the table
Says show your cards sister or you just might regret it
Forget the chess board,
Begin to play the spectrum
Life got much more interesting when
My field became my cognition
My conscience and values
Create My northern most compass
The flow always changing
Anchored in my roots I’m rearranging
Clearing space for new scenes
For new love to grow
For words to match my pitch
And for that tone to only know
The truth of my essence
And spread it with glee
Hoping for a field filled with loving kindness and divine radiant delight,
Depth and beauty of all kinds revered in this sight
I will not stop until I see this
No relenting will pervade my home
My heart will not be full
Until everyone feels whole
Daughters of Copper Woman by Anne Cameron
