Stream of Conciousness
peace like a river strength like a mountain steady beating drum of ancestors heart formidable mother
tender touch hopeful eyes twinkle yearning for lovers kiss cleansing like warm rain on hot skin and soiled pavement washing away pains and heartaches renewing spirit refreshing mind body and soul new day new life new beginnings tick toc slowly time drifts by keeping pace with rythmic heart of ancestors cry breaking free from old bondages and chains running like the wind swift and free out of control and lovin' it calling no place home but always finding a resting place for the soul body aches and sweat drips like tears not mourning but rejoicing in the freedom to move to run to be at peace with the earth finding home in old soil of long ago relatives chiefs of old native tribes speaking in old native tongue finding resonance in their resting place home is what you make it not what you say it is and words speak only to the listening heart so make them worth while triggering the mind quaking the spirit moving the soul making the silent heart tremble words can be the warm hug that quiets the stormy soul or the daggers that find their sheath in a hollow heart allowing the soul to come through open wounds praying for the peace that will set all inhabitions free dancing in the moonlight with the stars rustling in fallen leaves making music from somewhere deeper than the heart moving with the spirit of the wind in the night making peace with mother nature and feeling peaceful like a river strong like a mountain and moving to the steady beating drum of ancestors hearts....
tender touch hopeful eyes twinkle yearning for lovers kiss cleansing like warm rain on hot skin and soiled pavement washing away pains and heartaches renewing spirit refreshing mind body and soul new day new life new beginnings tick toc slowly time drifts by keeping pace with rythmic heart of ancestors cry breaking free from old bondages and chains running like the wind swift and free out of control and lovin' it calling no place home but always finding a resting place for the soul body aches and sweat drips like tears not mourning but rejoicing in the freedom to move to run to be at peace with the earth finding home in old soil of long ago relatives chiefs of old native tribes speaking in old native tongue finding resonance in their resting place home is what you make it not what you say it is and words speak only to the listening heart so make them worth while triggering the mind quaking the spirit moving the soul making the silent heart tremble words can be the warm hug that quiets the stormy soul or the daggers that find their sheath in a hollow heart allowing the soul to come through open wounds praying for the peace that will set all inhabitions free dancing in the moonlight with the stars rustling in fallen leaves making music from somewhere deeper than the heart moving with the spirit of the wind in the night making peace with mother nature and feeling peaceful like a river strong like a mountain and moving to the steady beating drum of ancestors hearts....