Two Crows & A Raven
Spiritual Guidance, Growth, and Healing
The Circle
The Rhythm of the heart,
beating in time with the earth,
calling in the wind,
sensing the tempo of the trees,
singing our soul song out loud and free,
wonder and harmony in every word.
Being in the circle,
the fire of our mother,
sacred space and love.
The healing of the beat,
a drum calls upon the spirits.
Every soul relaxes,
every care melts away.
The rhythm of the hearts,
beating now as one.
All of nature comes to witness the unfolding,
the crickets add their music,
the joy of life revealed.
Thumping, drumming, dancing, singing,
she breaths in relief.
The rhythm of her heart,
sighs in sweet belief.
Rest is in the Peace
A little is a lot, but sometimes it’s too much.
enough is elusive,
greater than is to embolden.
We live in times of great need, surrounded by great theives,
dining on our souls, leaving us to wonder,
leaving us to hunger.
We know the truth is near, we strain to hear the word,
the one that calms the mind and eases the pounding fear.
It will not come today, nor tomorrow or next year,
the only thing we sense is the sound of our own heart beat,
thrumming in time to the rhythm of the drum of pain and anger.
Grief is like a sister, she messes up your room, takes your favorite shirt,
and hugs you til you weep. She hears you cry in the night until you fall into the land of dreams,
she distracts you from your dooming thoughts and sews up all the seams.
Where to go from here? How to ease the gloom?
Deep, deep, and deeper still, into the place of hope and light.
A balmy land, a beaming glow, into your knowing,
where enough is enough, a little is a lot, the hunger is for wisdom and enlightenment,
Rest is in the Peace, Peace is in the Rest.
She
She is wondering, never worrying. She knows the beginning but never the ending. She is alone but never lonely. She is beautiful but not broken.
Who Is SHE?
She is the wind that is blowing, the rain that is snowing. She is the sun that is shining and the moon that is glowing.
Who is SHE?
She is everything and nothing. She is divine and yet shallow. She is joy and wisdom, sad and still knowing.
Who is SHE?
She is awake and still sleeping, alive and not breathing. She is angry and loving, kind and rebuking.
Who is SHE?
She is the bird not singing, the beat that is drumming. She is the tree that is growing and the man that is slowing. She is all and still empty.
Who is SHE?
She is contemplation without decision. She is a child that never grows old. She is abundance and poverty. She is the answer that has no question. She is power without strength.
Who is SHE?
SHE IS.
All is Funny
As I Wonder
As I Wander
As this too begins Another
Down to the River
Across the Stream
Life is Really Just A Dream
Spinning, Running, Jumping, Sunning,
All it’s Meaning,
All is Funny
As I Blink
As I Drink
As This too Begins the Thunder
Down to the Ocean
Across the Shore
Life is All About the Soar
Spinning, Running, Swimming, Sunning,
All it’s Meaning,
All is Funny
As I Speak
As I Sing
As this too begins a Song
Down an Octave
Up in Tempo
Life is Not About the Score
Spinning, Running, Singing, Sunning,
All it’s Meaning,
All is Funny.
Walking, Drumming, Loving, Sunning,
All it’s Meaning,
All is Funny.
The Tree
Up and Away
not staying today.
Been here before
So open the door.
Seek and not find
behold the divine.
At first I was blind
Now look there’s a tree.
Branches so broad
A heart that is strong.
Roots that go deep
Into my soul she will seep.
Cherish this gift
For you she will lift.
Give her your time
She requires not a dime.
Only your truth
Only your truth.
