Gazing through a lens of a shamanic death of old self
We look forward to a rebirth with fresh new perceptual eyes
Are you using your talents to the fullest?
Facing our fears – even in our darkest hours
Beneath the deep lies a beacon of light illuminating the shadows of our souls
Are you working your orientation in the positive?
Remember hanging upside down on playground equipment of yesteryear?
A return to childhood innocence
and hidden caverns of unexplored Self are born unto us
Letting go of old habitual patterns of thoughts, feelings and behavior
Is a funeral procession that leads to a surprise birthday parade of novelty
Are you letting your dreams pass you by?
We are responsible for the business of envisioning seven generations ahead because we are the ones we are waiting for
Remember when smallpox was intentionally distributed to our
Native American brothers and sisters?
Oh rats, what about the European black plague?
And today we are hearing about a bloody red scare named Ebola
But facing our fears head on is less scary in long run than
identification with “better the devil you know” programming
Be mindful to give peace a chance amidst fascist undertones
among friends that are typically liberal-minded otherwise
Religion is as religion does
May we remember that at their core,
religions are inspired by Divine expression
Flowering snowball effect rippling through our mass consciousness
Changing leaves are eclipsing us in the Autumn air
Old bedtime stories are falling back
Birthing into novel ways of co-authoring our world
Right now, even a soliloquy is becoming a grand performance
Embodying our dreams and visions opens portals to Universal awakenings
Hearing echos of good vibrations amplifies ring tones of optimistic thoughts
Taking a deep breath of cosmic vastness illuminates
empathic heartfelt connections with our expanding and retracting Nature
Leaving behind a playfully light-hearted
and healthy sense of detachment in our wake
Breathe in fresh air to levy floods of stress and tension
See you further on up the trails,