Letting it FormThe wind chills me to the core.I shiver. I close my eyes...to hear the Great Spirit in everything around me.The trees are whispering, offering their songs of comfort.I hear the birds now... they have reappeared.But... all I crave...is one word from you."Come."And so it shall be.I await my Love's invitation...The time drips like sap upon the bark.Every mile between us is an eternity of winters.Say it... and I will hear you.Say it... and I will be there.
Listening...Frigid breezes like finger wavesplay on my flesh and dance in my hairMy frozen heart seeks the Sacred FireI yearn to feel you, O CreatorTo hear You speak...I listen.
Meditation IntentionsI sink into my hole in the Earth;tears lurking, mind cluttered,my blanket upon the ground.I am not allowing the sunto melt my heart today...On my way here, I saw no wing-eds,no four-leggeds of any kind.My heart is heavy.I am alone.I am lost to my initial intentions...A clump of thick dirt catches my eye.I knock it from the hole's wall.A spider.The Trickster has appeared...Chaos has surfaced.What am I to do?I flee; higher ground and shade.Fear has set in.Rapid heartbeat and labored breathing.I pray for peace...I pray.I pray.I cry.Will it ever come?