The pause is long enough to fit,
sixteen breaths, a yawn and a rush.
The breeze pushes to accelerate,
the steps of love, the mind is mush.
Approached with care, she sits
beside the woman with gray hair.
Calmer weather now, the love
has made its way into the air.
Listening and offering warmth
the only antidote for worry,
she watches the clouds as they pass
not one of them is in a hurry.
The loving soul who was there first,
took you under her wing and did,
what we are here to do and to be,
like family we all exist under that same tree.
Movement was a bit of a struggle,
so we called for more love
to come to our aid to provide some shade,
and it was a lovely cool break to lean on a new dove.
When we are entrenched inside the light,
we know and we see so brightly it shines,
from one to another, we swim in delight,
because without the braces it can be difficult to fight.
The energy will command you to slow,
even when you are blinded inside,
the flow – it has a way you know,
to send you messages in such a way, to abide.
One more step, one more breath,
there will always be love and change,
but we are nothing without breakage
and repair to remind us of our range.
Have thanks and gratitude for the gift
of your life. We came here in search
of a human experience and to broaden our light,
to soften the blows of those, and to uplift.
The trip was short we made it home,
with the help of the three wise men,
they brought love, kindness, compassion
and supplies to help us and for that, I give them a ten.
We are all under that same tree,
waiting, watching, listening,
loving, building, dreaming, singing,
dancing and laughing; it’s all that there is, you see?
Emma Wisdom 