A sheen of silver
sun-drops my Eye.
Intuitive phases,
I will not deny,
bring silted graces
that spark my delight.
Our land is an open road,
heartfelt- spirit told- and rooted,
I expand-
into the nothingness,
the everything.
I do not forget
the honor in my wit,
the steadfast- strong mast
of a harbored task-
so infinite.
The hide of these moccasins
are soft, yet worn.
I feel the Earth-
in every step
I am reborn.
My voice ascends
to fill the fire of Moon.
“May all loose threads
find amends-
as harmony intends.”
“One Heart, One Soul.
Be light- on your feet,
in shadows of mind.
All told, unfold-
the Sacred and Divine.”
~Jewls