Tuesday, August 20, 2013

welcome of the full moon, let it be

The morning of the full moon
Sun peeking through the trees of the east
Birds, peacefully signing
squirrels readily building nests and gathering nuts
Not a cloud in sight
Sage cleans the air as a sense of compassion covers my heart
A new beginning is near
The wind gently cleanses my face anew
Humbly, I write
A calmness tingles my body as I rise new a higher vibration
And now, the sounds are clearer
The path widens, there is joy
The lush grass cools my feet
I am rooted to the mother
Life enjoys me
I welcome the full moon as graceful gratitude returns in waves
Let it Be.

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