She would “talk” to the stars
She would dance with nature and sing with the birds
The crows in particular, making her smile. 🙂
Her best friend was the raven AND her worst enemy…
Her imagination was extravagant
The date of earth wasn’t reality
Time nor place replaced by visions
In drum circles with the village
She would sing of the life and it’s rhythm
Eventually she talked with the stars
Her hopes and her dreams and the natural mystic
It took decades as the speed of light was not fast enough
But the stars replied
With the wisdom she seeked; the life she wanted to live;
Impossibility is laughable now
Was closer and close enough to touch and feel
Tantalising reality of the sacred unity with her stars
The stars are out tonight
Or looking up
As we live our lives, they speak.
It takes time
but what is time?
I could write this forever in time.
Thanking the stars.
For their love.
I’m that butterfly;
I’m that beautiful butterfly.
yellow and black.
I’m that butterfly you can’t catch,
just watch in awe.
Fluttering into nothingness.
I’m that butterfly whom rises from earth.
Into the sky; rising rebirth.