When I dig my roots deep down
I find red dirt clay from the home
of my birth, Oklahoma –
and I find high mountain views
and barefoot summer days
in the mountains of New Mexico,
and I find the call of the Pacific
also stirring strongly in my veins,
a call heeded by so many of my family,
the vast desert between us for ever
so many years,
yet in quarantine are now
closer than ever before,
thanks to Zoom
and forgiveness
and transcendence of those old
patterns which rose round and round,
til healing was truly found.
Oh that healing is a process,
and not reserved for the few.
Healing is for everybody,
this I feel deep down in my bones.
Draw on the wisdom of the mighty Oak,
lay down in green meadows and look up at the sky, and breathe, and feel the earth beneath you, and breathe. Gaia is here to guide us. She has all we need for healing, if we only pause and listen.
Maybe one day we will meet,
dancing around a campfire
with loved ones who love peace,
just celebrating the Age of Aquarius
That Holy Shift has begun.
that we are all here to usher in.
© Kamea Moonmaiden
