The mountain lion heard the deep resonant cry of her sister ,
She shows me it is possible,
She slips along, so powerful.
As she prowls along on padded paws,
Her eyes speak to the owl's talon claws,
And in her jowls, she takes inventory of her instincts;
Attuned to the acute inklings of the energetic system within ourselves, and we, within the womb.
Her silence is a mouthful as she gazes at the moon.
Life is the elixir to bridge the gap to the beyond;
The image still in pixelation to our Spirit-human fawn.
We are taking on momentum with each moment
We are learning to discern our true emotions,
We rattle, building waves within an ocean.
'Wasted time' exists not to those whom are alive,
Inspiration, love and play is all we can prescribe.
We are all in this together as the planets do align,
but a cautionary word to those whom are benign:
Be not dead-weight in this evolutionary time.
Attune to life teeming,
Ideas budding,
Love flooding over fear;
So long fostered by the ego in its own shiny veneer.
It is time to get clear,
Get light enough to fly!
Hold your inner-child
and allow yourself to cry.
Listen;
To the peeping cricket symphony,
The birds chirping harmony,
The red-rock keeping watch as the lioness slips silently.
She shows me I am powerful enough to take this leap.
She reminds me,
Without fire,
One cannot fall asleep.
She shows me it is possible,
She slips along, so powerful.
As she prowls along on padded paws,
Her eyes speak to the owl's talon claws,
And in her jowls, she takes inventory of her instincts;
Attuned to the acute inklings of the energetic system within ourselves, and we, within the womb.
Her silence is a mouthful as she gazes at the moon.
Life is the elixir to bridge the gap to the beyond;
The image still in pixelation to our Spirit-human fawn.
We are taking on momentum with each moment
We are learning to discern our true emotions,
We rattle, building waves within an ocean.
'Wasted time' exists not to those whom are alive,
Inspiration, love and play is all we can prescribe.
We are all in this together as the planets do align,
but a cautionary word to those whom are benign:
Be not dead-weight in this evolutionary time.
Attune to life teeming,
Ideas budding,
Love flooding over fear;
So long fostered by the ego in its own shiny veneer.
It is time to get clear,
Get light enough to fly!
Hold your inner-child
and allow yourself to cry.
Listen;
To the peeping cricket symphony,
The birds chirping harmony,
The red-rock keeping watch as the lioness slips silently.
She shows me I am powerful enough to take this leap.
She reminds me,
Without fire,
One cannot fall asleep.
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