The cold touches my bones, until my body knows how to keep herself warm. My naked body breathes the thin air, of the top of the Mount Everest in the summer, making me smile in this intimate moment.
To dance in the rain and lightning, is finding the courage to love yourself whole. Like a flower I bloom in the sunlight, only to grow when the rain showers the swamp, until the flood covers the entire earth of my soul.
The hair on my skin rises and falls, on the soft breeze flowing from your mouth, like soft kisses during our love making. Released is the wild horse from her prison, running across the meadows of her youth.
Love in the purest form never asks, but only embraces what is there in this moment, waiting to be caressed by the soft touch, of the only soul who know how to love me well – In this moment of self-awareness, I learn to love myself!
My smile hides secrets, in the lights in my eyes – a little inside joke. A betrayal to the world, when I know things, that you also know, but I do not say it, yet I lift the veil, in the funny faces, only I can show. It is all a joke, or so you know, when I am serious, happily delirious, unable to understand, the way I am, in the game we play, in a teasing way, where love is a stage. Funny face, yes, look at me, it is my middle name, the one you did not know, or maybe you did, when I thought, I had hidden, it all so well. A little inside joke, a game we play, as the laughter, bursts from the depths, of my happy soul, you know me so well, I am your ultimate, funny face – an one-liner, only we know!
The rain has created pools of water, for me to jump in with my yellow boots. My red umbrella I hold high above my head, as I move my feet through the mud, jumping around as if I am making pirouettes. The thick rain drops slowly land on my face, as a smile curves my lips and erupts into laughter. My heart is a child again if only for a minute, growing younger by every passing second. For that is what silliness does to the soul, it turns around the aging process, cleaning the mind of all negative thoughts, as it begins to feel alive again – a clean slate where all the dirt is washed away. Born again like a butterfly from a cocoon, is the metamorphosis that comes from laughter. The laughter that springs from deep within the earth, like a geyser that erupts his steam in full force. If only we could let go of the adult inside of us, forcing us to behave a different way than we feel, only because this is asked of us in a cripple society. I spread my arms as if I fly like the birds in the sky, as I feel the wind brushing my hair in waves, allowing me to feel free from all that is holding me, all that is imprisoning my emotional state of mind. To be a child again is a gift to the soul, where we learn to let go of the adult inside, to discover that it is not too late to feel alive.
The ocean calmly beats, the steady rocks on the shore, where my naked feet wait, to be kissed by the stream. My heart dances in the waves, as the sun rises at the horizon, and the first birds fly overhead, as a sign of a new day. Seashells scattered across the beach, shimmer in the sun light, like little clumps of gold, waiting to be treasured and admired. My heart finds peace, in the silence of this morning, where the bustle of the city, is a million miles away, so, I stay a little longer. The first people walk passed me, searching for the same serenity, I have been looking for, in the early hours of the morning, so, I smile at them, as a hopeful encouragement, to never stop searching. I look into the sun, and I am almost blinded by her light, but I smile again, at the great familiarity, that trickles like rain into my heart I cannot catch the light, and store it in my heart, I can only capture it, and pass it on, into the world, as a sign of hope, in the early morning.
The devaluation of life, breaks even the strongest heart, but when the honeycomb breaks – crushed in the palm of my hand, the soul lives a lifetime longer, and the heart learns to live, in the renewal of the mind.
Crushed stones become a pathway, carrying the feet of an entire nation, where not even the dirt my feet, can stop me from laughing, the tears down my cheeks, until my soul is dancing in the desert.
Poppies grow in an open meadow, where my bare feet walk the high grass. The soft wind brushes my hair, and tickles my skin until I have goosebumps. I sway my white dress on the sound, of soft piano music playing in the background, and I smile like the sun shining in the sky. Happiness is a feeling of peace and light, born deep in the heart in the middle of spring. Choices cause us to grow like wildflowers – like poppies they drench us in our own blood, until we shine brighter than the great eastern sun. I choose to be happy in this moment, where the summer smiles at me, in the silence of complete solitude. I find a place under a tree on the hill, where I sit down and meditate, so I can hold onto to this moment a little longer. My hands are open ready to receive, the greatest blessing Heaven can give me, but in this moment of patient waiting, I learn to close my eyes and feel the Spirit, whispering softly in the summer winds. As I gently flutter my eye-lids open, the red poppies smile at me, as they fill me with the deepest peace. Letting go of the past and the future, forces me to live in the moment of this day, where I learn to dance in the rain, with my arms and my heart wide open, until every cell is filled the deepest sense of joy. And in this moment of pure enlightenment, I learn that the cross is never heavier, than my own heart can bare, and that my heart is so much stronger, than I could ever imagine!