i step into the water cold tingling my toes ankles the backsides of my knees swirling all around submerged with the water i run twisting and turning wind like through wild summer prairies and snow-steeped tundra in winter i run falling and flowing light like through slot canyons gorges and ravines i run with the water i run cascading and streaming over and down ever onwards out ahead and forwards i run i run to the ocean to the magical ocean of my dreams
Life is a field of dreams growing with the wind and weather patterns of thoughts feelings and voices Voices from the soil of memory past loves and sorrows past joys and triumphs and remorse They take root and grow into our field of dreams And whether asleep or awake we all walk our field of dreams on pathways of hope or of despair to horizons unknown But surely on a pathway of love love itself is the horizon and the infinitely wild beautiful blue sky above
~a short meditation on flight~
the sky beneath your feet
gravity moves in two directions, and
falling into earth has its own
fleeting
transcendence
the sky is not always overhead, but
when we do
fly up and skywards
we push down first, and then
suspend
in a heartbeat
we are birds, soaring everywhere there is space
and into the strong arms of wind we go
twirling swirling tumbling
landing
just when, the ground rises
it is a love affair with light
it is surrender and a prayer
and dreams surfacing into day
it is the sky beneath your feet
Michiru Adrienne 