picture my own |
When the heavens appear as rainbows
melting into the ocean blue and silver,
when the crashing waves flood
through your soul and wash away all wrongful memories,
when the new moon dons the skies
this darkest of dark nights,
celebrate the death of the old, the past, that which does not serve you,
and embrace the warmth and the
love and the growth of the Aspen,
protecting your ancestors,
shading your present and reaching to your higher self.
Wow! You have me reaching new heights today! Once again the power of your prose!!
ReplyDeleteLet go of the past and look to the future. Well done!
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ReplyDeleteThe past is important cuz the past is the foundation for our now and our future, friend Shadow … Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful calming poem................
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