The wind

I can hear the call from the heavens thru the night a thought to small a whisper that is onley heard when your soul has taken flight. born from the flower of life I have come forth to tend to the garden where the souls of my family are givin birth. alone I am, but yet alone I am not, her promise thats keept within me is to big a secret in theses ladder times of heart. To much i have wondered about my place in this world, to gentle the breeze that carries her words, from the sky I have fallen ...

A long time ago when my spirit was born, I didacated my soul self to the learning and explorations of all wonders of creation. Looking around me I start to notice that all things created have a certain reason for there creation nothing is never created for nothing everything that is something is created for something, if you were to widen that view you will start to notice that creation is more stakked like a pyramid but yet grown like a seed into a tree which fruits the same cycle, the bottom ...

I never thought that id meet a soul after 30 years of bieng lost, ive always been a spiritual person but id never thought id be getting this involved to where it all just seems like a dream. They found me....after 30 years... my family finely found me. The soul im talking about resides as a sibling within my own family, she and I are true geminis born on the same day but under diffrent years, it was all thanks to her that they always rememberd my birthday. The very first time our eyes met my heart ...

Its been a while since ive set myself free, its like waking up from taking a short walk through a long dream. I find myself standing on the mountain I grew up on, waiting on the wind to shift so that I can hear the calm in the rage of my soul. Its been some time since ive been back, the view is the same yet the feeling of time is what burdens me, the fire that burned through my eyes has been put to sleep by the song of a gentel breeze, I only hope the mother of the land can still recognize the ...

I can see her eyes changing, I still remeber the look she gave me when I implanted the seed of an idea into her mind, the look of confusion when an unknown idea has caused a rippel effect in her soul. She has known about the relationship that I have with the wind and understands why she has protected me for so long. She has fallen for this teary like strangeness that I hold in my eyes and I cant help but to fall for the curiosity of kindness she has shown me through hers. She has opened up the ...