come distant memories as
time passes the sand
As the events of this New Year’s past, I find myself reaching and almost gripping onto the memories of ceremony and song. In the twilight of this mornings sleep, I try to hide in the slumber to continue the Dream where my Soul and Spirit thrive. Time and Space move out of illusion once again.
” When the wind blows its mighty gusts of change and kiss the cheeks of Mamma, the sand particle is windswept onto its renewed journey.”
I am reminded that in one breath and in one mighty exhale a new journey has begun. Welcome….once again.