Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Moving Through

Dotting across the earthen floor, as rain scattered from the heavens
across the painted backgrounds of blues, greens, and whites
playfully floating between limb and line
gracefully from one to the other without haste, slowly slowing 
the Inner drums rage, pulsating, ringing, screaming, yet steady is it
red clay and willowing tree bark are hiding grounds insufficient to its purpose
inch by inch, effortlessly beside the roots twisted, Devil's Beard scarred
resting but for a moment to ponder where is Now
though tousled by the breath of life, it remains steadfast
not fighting, but rather, accepting its movement
accepting the moment of weightlessness as a gift 
rather than a challenge to be challenged
moving as it moves, a harmonious dance between Lovers
quietly reminding that Change is the constant

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